DEADTOWN

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Parts 22
Time 1h 59m

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Some believe that when a person dies of a violent death, their spirits are not at rest. Some believe that there is a place between Heaven and Hell. 

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Death lingers and revolves in a natural form, a residual being who can see your dreams, nightmares and if it so wishes the common daydreams of mortals. Dreams spill into nightmares so easily that the shift can spur the unknown. What creates the bridge between thought and conciousness? Death is meaning and silence. The mortal path always leads to the same end. Overlapping and intermingling infinitely till life meets death. Though in some instances it's not as simple as that. What kind of life can one lead when death is around every corner? Glimpses into the past, present, and even the future are all tied to death. Can you outrun death even when it licks at your very heels? Who will it take next?

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After two experiments-one that lets him see the dead, and another whose purpose remains a mystery-leave a sickly orphan half-dead, he must unravel conspiracies, living hosts, and a world where ghosts hunger for connection-before the second experiment kills him in two weeks.

What life is there after death? That's something one person is about to find out first hand. And it's a place she actually never wants to leave.

She wanted a quiet life - no chaos, no questions, just peace. But the past has a way of catching up, and it started the day a stranger walked through her door. Things she thought were buried begin to surface. Memories. Doubts. Truths no one ever told her. He hadn't meant to find her. But once he did, walking away wasn't an option. Not when her past carried the weight of everything he tried to forget. Some ties are made by blood. And some are impossible to break.

What happens after death? Hana was always told that hell was horrible. But she was not expecting what she found, definitely not a staircase that went to heaven. She filled in love with two men. One from hell and the other from heaven. She was not expecting that she would have to save hell and heaven from the man she once loved. Maybe that man is not what he seems.

You always hear people say that when you die you either go to Heaven, Hell or even Purgatory--- but the true answer is so much deeper, so unbelievably mind blowing that it can only be told by someone who's already dead.

You're standing at the edge of your life - or what used to be your life, but do you jump? It's not only the struggle of not knowing, it's also a journey through your past. It's an emotional roller coaster between live and death. And most of all, it's one of those moments when you need your friends the most. It's what I call: Death. ( behind the scenes )

A body found. Eyes blackened. A case that should've stayed buried-until it started happening again. She's not just chasing a killer. She's chasing answers that were never meant to surface. And when the past rises, so does something darker. Something hidden in blood. Something not human. A forbidden bloodline. A city in denial. And a truth powerful enough to start a war. The shadows are calling. She just doesn't know... they're calling her name.

Death's Scars

Death lingers and revolves in a natural form, a residual being who can see your dreams, nightmares and if it so wishes the common daydreams of mortals. Dreams spill into nightmares so easily that the shift can spur the unknown. What creates the bridge between thought and conciousness? Death is meaning and silence. The mortal path always leads to the same end. Overlapping and intermingling infinitely till life meets death. Though in some instances it's not as simple as that. What kind of life can one lead when death is around every corner? Glimpses into the past, present, and even the future are all tied to death. Can you outrun death even when it licks at your very heels? Who will it take next?

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