The Ghost
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MatureComplete Thu, Nov 23, 20231h 31m
He was an ambitious man with many dreams. He was doing well in studies according to everyone's testimony, until suddenly he failed the exam he was relying on.The fire inside him went out and he turned into a person without feelings, a person who had given up on everything. An incident occurred that turned his life into something supernatural and he became what people called a ghost. In each part, he tells about his adventures in sea fishing and about his power as a ghost.
"Inspired by my father's life"
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