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Ongoing, First published Aug 05, 2016
You would think being a ghost in the supernatural world certain things would cease to surprise you, but I'm not that lucky. After being invisible to the living for so long it came as a surprise to meet James Foster, the only living being to see me since I had achieved ghost status. Could this stranger with the ability to see between the realms of the living be the answer to the question I've been seeking? Could it be as easy as that? But life never seems to be that easy...especially when your already dead.


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So heads up, this work is a story I go back to when I have writers block. This means don't expect perfect grammar and horribly regular updates. Ill try my best to correct any mistakes but I won't promise anything, so if you see something just try and roll with it. Also for your sake I'll go as fast as I can. But other than that, read and enjoy the story!!!
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