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Everyone Dies
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Everyone Dies
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By None
Everyone Dies
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Death lurks in the choices we make.
Alex is awarded the best birthday present ever, a full exclusive weekend pass to the Spindle, a space station high above the Earth. There, everyone is healthy, the food is real, and there are even living trees. Being one of the chosen will set him and his family up for life, but in winning he may lose everything.
Fray Farm is up for sale but the current occupants are very particular about who the new owner will be. They have no intentions of leaving. Long-term ownership only, no kids, cats are optional.
Fate landed Ashleigh in a thankless job. At thirty, she's nowhere close to what she'd envisioned. She never saw herself in a dungeon-like basement at any age, but no one ever said fate was good at do-overs.
Otherworldly creatures, the not-so-dearly departed, fellow man, and creations of our own demise patiently wait while we bumble through life, thinking we are in control.
The end is always near.
Death lurks in the choices we make.
Alex is awarded the best birthday present ever, a full exclusive weekend pass to the Spindle, a space station high above the Earth. There, everyone is healthy, the food is real, and there are even living trees. Being one of the chosen will set him and his family up for life, but in winning he may lose everything.
Fray Farm is up for sale but the current occupants are very particular about who the new owner will be. They have no intentions of leaving. Long-term ownership only, no kids, cats are optional.
Fate landed Ashleigh in a thankless job. At thirty, she's nowhere close to what she'd envisioned. She never saw herself in a dungeon-like basement at any age, but no one ever said fate was good at do-overs.
Otherworldly creatures, the not-so-dearly departed, fellow man, and creations of our own demise patiently wait while we bumble through life, thinking we are in control.
The end is always near.


















