To Be Dead
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- Chapitres 1
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Dernière publication lun., févr. 13, 2017
I had never believed the stories about mediums. I hadn't believed in spirits or visions. I believed that in life you existed and in death you were erased. No reincarnation or voodoo stuff or witchery. Just plain old life. But that all changed the day I saw the first one die.
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