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Crimson Waters

Crimson Waters

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WpMetadataNoticeLaatst gepubliceerd maa, mei 20, 2019
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"I wonder the lands of the Weeping Souls Alone with no place to call my own Like a wolf slowly dying with every passing day Soon I will rot and wither away Always to be lost till the end." □ In a small town called Roseland, there was a string of unsolvable murders. Random killings no one could understand. There was no pattern, no motive, no relation between victims, and most importantly no killer. Nobody could find anything useful. That is until a young high school student by the name of clue king started looking into the murders. Strange unexplainable things start happening to him. Things you didn't think were possible.
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The dead typically want one of two things. Ghosts crave conversation. Spirits seek pain. My name is Bria, and I've been able to interact with the dead for as long as I can remember. Communicating with the deceased might sound like a cool gift, but let me assure you, it's not. Ghosts don't shut up, and not all specters are friendly. In fact, most of them are dangerous. Pretending the paranormal doesn't exist is far easier than talking to the shadows, so I've been avoiding the dead for years. Past experiences have led me to avoid the living too. And for a long time, I've successfully kept my distance. Until a single ghost encounter in the library ruins everything. Now a couple of my classmates know my secret. But as it turns out, they have a deadly secret of their own. Time to talk to the shadows again. _______________ This story contains profanity and violence. [ONC 2021 Shortlister]

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