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In This Together
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Ongoing, First published May 18, 2018
Every monster story you've ever been told is based in reality.

After multiple run-ins with the paranormal, brothers Delaney and Luke, along with friend Ryan, find themselves teaming up with a band of monster hunters to take down what goes bump in the night. Conflict arises causing the groups to split paths after a disagreement over how they should be executing not only the monsters, but their main quest: securing the three spell stones that when combined, grant a user the  ability to raise the dead.

If you could bring someone that you loved back from the dead, wouldn't you try?

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