Afterlife
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When Fiara first woke up in a room she didn't recognize, her initial thoughts were, "This must be some sort of internet scam, or a reality show desperate for views." When she discovered the real reason for her being there, however, it wasn't anything near what she ever would have expected... she's dead.
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