Dead Faces Don't Bleed.
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Last published Sat, Jun 21, 2025
In a world where the distinction between life and death is erased, faces once bright with life now blankly stare into the abyss. The dead do not bleed-they whisper, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the living to commit their deadly errors. But there is someone hearing their silence, someone who will not be afraid to cross over.
The truth? Death is another beginning.
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