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Preface
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I couldn't always talk to the dead, it isn't a gift I was born with either. On 17th of June
Seven fourty eight pm I died and then I came back with a kiss of death. I was only twelve when Death blessed me with the ability to see, hear and talk with the dead. The dead are spirits who sometime find it hard to crossover and because of my newly found gift I get to help find peace or help them with whatever unfinished business that they might have with the living. It's a gift but it's also my curse because of a it I am now know as a freak. I'm Elena Avant and this is my story. Mine and well, thier story. In order for me to tell you my story, I'll have tell you theirs.
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W h i s p e r s O f T h e D e a d.
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