You are Brother Stevens, a priest of the Holy Light training at Northshire Abbey. Lessons have recently finished and you are enjoying the serene and sunny gardens. A scroll rest across your knee, written on which is a holy spell you have been trying to learn - Mind Control. With it, you would be able to possess any humanoid. A master of the spell would even be able to borrow the bodies of beasts, golems, or inanimate objects.
Unfortunately, you haven't even got past the basics yet. Your soul stubbornly refuses to elope form its mortal shell.
For the last time, you sit with your eyes closed, the warm sun on your face, speaking the words on the scroll, when something changes. Even though you haven't opened your eyes, you can see your surroundings. Your point of view seems to be floating and, as you look down, you see your own body slumped as though asleep on the orchard bench.
The disorientation of seeing yourself out of body is enough to break the concentration required to maintain the astral projection. However, instead of snapping immediately back to your own body, your soul tumbles away, further and further, eventually finding a body in-
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