Death's Labyrinth
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There have been stories passed down from the dead telling of a man and his companions who will one day find Death's labyrinth and gain power that would rival even that of the gods.
Dying was never the plan. He had a life mapped out for him ever since he had been born. But it seems fate has another agenda, one that includes dying, meeting a very eccentric Osiris, weighing hearts, and running from snake charmers and angry centaurs.
Insert Ben, a cocky, arrogant young man with a knack for getting himself into trouble no matter where he goes.
Oh, and he's also been dead for two years.
Insert Poppy, a girl who's recently acquired her very own headstone (in other words, she's dead).
In an (under)world where gods and goddesses from ancient mythologies exist (Norse, Egyptian,
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