Suicide Tour
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Last published Mon, Jun 26, 2017
"What was the first thing to run through your mind? Your parents? Friends? A pet?"
"No, nothing, just the lonely suicide tour."
In some parts of the world, a raven is known to carry souls to the afterlife. That is 'its' purpose, as a 'raven', to guide those lost to suicide to their eternity. First comes the decision of which they are sent to, though.
*A collection of short stories based on suicidal people, the raven, and the three lonely stages of the Suicide Tour.*
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