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V is for...
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Ongoing, First published Jan 19, 2019
I've never given much thought into what happens once we die. I'm not religious or superstitious, I didn't think there was an afterlife. I always thought it was a little arrogant to believe that we couldn't just simply... be gone. Death was the end, and I had come to terms with this a long time ago. But what if everything you had once believed was challenged? What if you were faced with new things you never expected to see in reality?

Please be aware this is a first draft, there will be mistakes but I hope to rewrite it up at some point once I am done x
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