Death and it's Many Friends

Death and it's Many Friends

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Andy didn't want to do it- but she had to. Working for a secret society that specializes in human research, she is forced to abduct people who are supposedly dead. But they are only dead to the rest of the world. What the world doesn't know is that everyone, even several minutes after their heart stops is still very much alive. Can they be brought back? Well, not with this generations medical skills. But what if this organization has more than your advanced medical research? Will Andy be able to discover the motive behind this secret organization? And can she ward off the evil that seems to repeatedly follow her- the target she saved that fateful night?
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