The Moonlight Society
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Anita Green has always been a sceptic. She never believed in anything other than her late mother's words of wisdom and the power of a good cup of tea. Working at a funeral home doesn't seem to change any of it, until the dreams. Soon, Anita will be thrust into a position that she never knew was even earthly possible. Will she be able to choose between what she has known to be true all her life or give up everything to chase her higher purpose?
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