Until I'm Gone
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Last published Tue, Jun 3, 2025
Rowan was supposed to have more time.
At twenty-six, his life was just beginning. Then came the tremors, the misfiring neurons, and the diagnosis that fractured everything.
Thorne's Syndrome took his voice, his thoughts, and eventually, his body.
When Rowan dies, he doesn't move on. Now, a ghost, he is caught between fading and feeling, Rowan is left piecing together the final months of his life and the relationships he left behind. But being dead doesn't mean being free. As the boundaries between memory, love, and reality blur, Rowan must navigate what it means to haunt-and to be haunted.
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