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Messorem Animarum

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Time <5 mins

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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.All Rights Reserved

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The Followings of a Red Beret

Are we all connected? Are destinies intertwined thickly in a giant knot we call life? Perhaps. Lets unravel one end of the string of fate and see where it leads us. For an eternal being like Death there can't be anything surprising: he's seen all their tricks. The nature of a human being won't change for a hundred years. Unchanging, but maybe, maybe interesting.