To Die, To Sleep
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Last published Mon, Mar 3, 2014
In life there are people, people who guide you and help you. But, now things are difficult. Other people dont have time to stop and help you with your problems. So, the Deceased Mentors were created. You were tested and appointed to a soul of a deceased. Males with males, females with females. And, the souls were atleast 100 years old. Until, Xanders' turn.
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