Messorem Animarum
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, Mar 10, 2016
Most people think that when we die, we go stand in a line or at a gate waiting for judgement to be passed on us, ultimately condemning us to eternal torture or to eternal bliss. Thane Atos thought the same thing until he "died". What he seen wasn't a line of people waiting to be judged or pearly gates or even a fiery sea, it was an empty room with a table in the middle. On the table was a note that would change how he saw himself forever.
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