Halloween Vault
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Última publicación jue, nov 8, 2018
It took a lot of patience and time to go through all those graves, to search for the answer and true meaning of death itself.
What does it really mean?
Where do we really go?
How does it really feel?
I have dug through the graves kissed by aging time and consulted with the ghostly beyond and have taken their stories, their journey, their experiences to give you personally, the Diaries from the Undead.
Believe it or not but when you feel the disosolated chill, it's them making sure you read every word, and feel every death...
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