Atmospheric Pressure
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Complete Thu, Aug 27, 2015<5 mins
This is a short story that I decided to write while pondering on the idea or borderline religion and death. To me, this explains where we go when we die. I don't use religious references throughout any of this, and this is just a theory I have. To me I would explain this as science meets mystery. (Warning: May give existential crisis)
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