The Letter from Hell
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Last published Mon, Dec 23, 2024
It's been a couple of days after Jacob attended Roman's funeral, he finds an ominous letter on the kitchen table. His face turns pale when he opens the letter and realizes that he receives a letter that gave off a strange scent that permeated through the house. It's from Roman. But if Roman sent the message, then why now? Is it to warn Jacob? Jacob needs to find closure to see Roman again, even if he has to cross into the spiritual dimension.
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