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Where I want to go. V
Chapter Five: Afterlife 101 I tried to clear my mind before entering the Sage’s area again, as I didn’t want to have another helping of his surly demeanor. I held my arms out at my sides, presenting the new (clothed) me … Continue reading →
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Where I want to go. IV
Chapter Four: Getting Dressed I went to sit on the nearest wooden stool by the fire to take in the Sage of the Inn’s information, but he quickly stopped me. “WHOA whoa whoa, kid! No one may have a problem … Continue reading →
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Where I want to go. III
Chapter Three: The Sage of the Inn Never in all my life had I felt as warm and pleasant – both inside and out – as I felt at that exact moment. I was instantly more at home among these … Continue reading →
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Where I want to go.
I’m not convinced there is a heaven (But on the bright side, that means I also don’t fear hell!), but once I die, this is where I want to go and how I want it to happen… Chapter One: I … Continue reading →
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