Mason Book 1 - Soulless Bastards MIAMI
They say death is easy. That it comes and swallows you whole. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ve died three times, and each time was harder than the last. You may think that everything ceases to exist when you die, but that’s another lie. I saw where I was going. I know my future. I know my place. Yet, I continue to slow dance with the devil. His claws dig deep, leaving a reminder of my time with him embedded in my soul. When I opened my eyes and saw that white light, I thought I was wrong. I thought that maybe, just maybe, the devil let me out of his grip. I was wrong yet again. If anything, I was thrown even deeper into the pits of hell.
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