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After four years of pulling away from everyone to grieve her mother's death, Stacey is ready to reinvent herself just in time for her senior year. As if she didn't have enough on her plate, she gets sucked into a heartbreaking love triangle and finds out she is a necromancer; it is her job to help troubled souls pass on. When Chris, the love of her life, leaves without explanation, Stacey discovers that her abilities go far beyond necromancy... And so do her friends' undiscovered abilities. In danger from a secret society, struggling with the love triangle once again and trying to cope with her newfound lifestyle, things couldn't get worse... Until they do. And it's her job to fix them.
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