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  • The Soul Collector- 1

    The hospital reeked of death, the stench of disinfectant barely covering it up. For a building that’s sole purpose was the preservation of life, the scent of corpses lingered in ...

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  • The Soul Collector- 2

    Rainwater fell from the tips of Nora’s hair in droplets and spattered the page as she tried to sketch. At last she gave up and flung the sketchbook onto the ...

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  • The Soul Collector- 3

    Alec disliked the realm of the dead, other than the obvious reason, because of the smell...or...lack of one. The human world had so many sounds and scents but the Dead ...

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  • The Soul Collector- 4

    Nora sat at her desk and drummed her fingers on her desk with one hand, tapping her pencil thoughtfully against her lips with the other. She’s gotten the hair alright, ...

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For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein