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“How do we stop her?” cried Rafael’s mother.

“It is not a death,” she would croak to anyone who listened, usually only the stray cats. “It is the sleep of death. The soul takes a holiday. The body forgets to wake.” o sono da morte

That night, the sleep came for the whole village. A warm, velvet fog rolled down from the mountains. One by one, the villagers felt the irresistible pull. Most succumbed, smiling as they slid into their chairs, their beds, even the cobblestone streets. “How do we stop her