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The village of one million ghosts (Het dorp van één miljoen spoken)
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Ongoing, First published Aug 06, 2021
My friends ghost stories don't scare me away from my special hobby. I did this for years and I continue to do it ... the deceased deserve a nice rest spot and that is why I would continue to clean their graves. 

 Even though this will lead me on a very different path that will make me clear why my special hobby lies me so close to my heart ...

A romance story that is worth your time! 


De spookverhalen van mijn vrienden jagen mij heus niet weg van mijn speciale hobby. Ik heb dit voor jaren gedaan en ik blijf het ook doen... De overledenen verdienen een mooie rust plek en daarom zou ik hun graven ook blijven schoonmaken. 

Ook al zal dit mij leiden op een heel ander pad wat mij zal duidelijk maken waarom mijn speciale hobby mij zo dicht bij mijn hart ligt...

Een romantisch verhaal dat je tijd waard is!
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