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CHAPTER 36
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2024-10-29 19:42:56It was a theory - an outlandish theory, but a theory nonetheless. One that made sense. One that would explain a lot.
We couldn't prove that Marie II was Mama's spirit guide - the one responsible for possessing her and taking over her body and will. Spirit guides - met tet, djab, whichever term - were personal. Therefore, it would be difficult for us to find out exactly who Mama's djab was unless Mama went through a head washing or lave tet. This process took days, and if done incorrectly, could result in bad luck, mental illness or even death. But with a proper lave tet, one could come into direct contact with their met tet and their identity.
No one in the Coterie had ever gone through a lave tet.
"Too r
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