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Until I'm Gone
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Ongoing, First published Jun 03
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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-Shapeshifter Au- Rain was hitting the windows of every nearby building and prompting the pedestrians to keep their heads under their umbrellas, hurrying home and not even looking at the storefront of your café. Why had your boss even scheduled you for a shift tonight? With weather like this, anyone craving hot chocolate would rather drink it at their own place. Sitting behind the counter and sulking, you decided to make a cup of coffee for yourself, no customer would come tonight anyway. Little did you know, but the kind of "shift" that was coming had nothing to do with work. You cleaned the counter and tables, packed your bag, and used your own key to lock up the café. Your body froze when you heard what sounded like whimpers in the alley next to the café. The streetlights cast long shadows, making it impossible for you to see clearly when you stepped forward. You let out a shriek as your phone slipped from your hand and hit the ground. A man was crouched down, his back facing you, but a dim light let you catch a glimpse of the blood soaking his back and shoulders. He turned around and you recognized him right away. His eyes. His hair. His freckles. Felix was standing right in front of you.