Reaper
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You think your dead-end retail job is bad? You think the worst job ever could be found under the Golden Arches? You think your boss is a jerk? Try me. I'm a grim reaper, one of billions. It's still not enough, so we're all overworked--and I'm new. So, like any newbie, I get the jobs nobody else wants. Like cleaning up after the really crazy people. Like finding sunken submarines. Like going through the children's ward at a hospital. Make no mistake. Your job is heaven compared to mine. Made mature for language and mentions of death, violence, murder, and suicide.
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(18+) *Complete/Unedited* ---- "You are death." I heard the grin in his tone. "Death's duty is to take care of the already departed. Newly deceased, and previously deceased alike." ***** Morrigan Wraith lives a double life; one not many would think to question. While on the outside she looks like a normal human detective, underneath all of that lies a grim reaper. Reapers were created at the beginning of time, formed to be unemotional and detached as a soul's transport to either Heaven or Hell. But Morrigan is unlike the rest. She was created with a defective heart - one that felt emotion, and one that got her into more trouble than she ever imagined. (18+ for language, violence, and sexual situations)

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