The Grim Reaper's Hunt

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Prologue

The sound of thunder deafens my ears. The flash of lightening blinds my eyes. The icy rain drenches my cloak of souls. A bloody soul stands in front of me. I lift up my scyth and swing it down gracefully. The soul diminished and the storm starts to clear. I say a prayer that the soul can find its way. I tread through the woods to continue my hunt. My name is Alicia Rose and this is the Grim Reaper's Hunt.

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