Ten years after death
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Última publicación sáb, abr 19, 2025
"I died but death wasn't the end - it was the beginning "
ten years ago, I was murdered. I don't how. i don't know who did it.but i remember being me.
now, I've been recarnated _ as a fifth grader with the memories of a life I never got to finish.
my soul knows I don't belong here.
my parents from before? they've aged, broken by my absence. the person I loved? probably moved on, forgetting i ever existed.
I came back looking for answers. but all I've got are fragments- glimpse of a murder, a faceless killer, and a growing sense that someone doesn't want me to remember.
I'm not a normal kid. I've lived and died.
now I live again, in the wrong body, at the wrong time...
but I will find the truth.
souls don't forget. and neither do I
a reincarnation mystery.
a soul lost between two lives
this time, the story doesn't end at death.
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