The Ghost Who Died

The Ghost Who Died

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing2h 14m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Oct 31, 2018
Two women. Grace has a soul without a body. Maria has a body without soul. Maria is in a coma. Grace is a seductive ghost that enchants people who sit on a park bench that bears her name. Jack is a smelly homeless guy deep in the park forest, a renegade quantum physicist who lives in the bush but has figured out how to communicate with the ghosts that inhabit the wilds of the park in Vancouver, Canada. When Tom comes under Grace's spell he must find Jack so he can locate Grace, but Jack has other plans. NOTE: This story is not finished so comments are welcome.
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