Contrite Spirit

Contrite Spirit

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This story is about a group who run paranormal investigations, they take on a case at a farm where everything spirals out of control, what will happen now that there very lives and souls are being threatened by an ancient evil. Now that Echo is Dead, a spirit is inhabiting her corpse, the red chain of death still tightly wrapped around their necks, will they really survive? What will Laura, Michael, Seth, Lizzie and Rheon do when they are cornered by malevolent spirits that have come back from the very pits of hell. They couldn't possibly be killed by something they can't see right? The rumors just couldn't be fact, right? Well you couldn't be more wrong... 'The living are afraid to die, but the dead are afraid to live...' will these words somehow become reality within the story, read to find out more
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Book cover : Credit : Evelyn Amelia The world has always had twenty-five hours. We just weren't meant to see the last one. At midnight, when the living believe the day is over, another hour begins - a golden hour where the dead wake, walk, and live again. For sixty stolen minutes, graves stand empty, coffins open, and the frozen world becomes their stage. Sarah swears her husband - buried for almost a year - is chopping wood outside her window. Daniel's camera captures strangers no one else remembers. And in the morgue, Dr. Castillo hears her corpses whisper: Almost time. But the dead are not alone in their hidden hour. Wardens patrol the golden streets, enforcing rules older than death itself. Touch the living, and they vanish. Break the cycle, and the Wardens come. Now a circle of fanatics believes they've uncovered the secret of the twenty-fifth hour. They're desperate to step inside it. To them it's proof of the afterlife. To the dead, it's just life. To the Wardens... it's a breach that cannot be forgiven. When midnight strikes, the truth will be revealed. The dead are not haunting us. We are haunting them.

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