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Roses for the Dead(On Hold)
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Ongoing, First published Jul 24, 2020
Mature
Where do we go when we die? We'll never know. 
One thing about death is certain. The dead can't speak. Three can keep a secret if two are dead.  
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The Isle of Roses, a secluded place for the living and the peaceful dead. The troubled dead comes here. Each looking for a way to let go of the past loves hopes and dreams. Once free of the shackles that bound them to their past, they go to the afterlife. Whatever that is to them.   
The Isle of Roses is a mysterious place, though. Some disappear, never to be seen again. The Isle of Roses is often a meeting place of creatures waiting for their loved ones or enemies to die and join them. 
The dead has many secrets. When secrets clash and sparks fly, who knows what will happen.
Above all the isle's problems, a tower looms. There is something inside yearning to be free.
This is a tale of the unknown. Read if you like this kind of stuff.
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