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So, long story short, I died when I was hit by a truck full of chickens. Right, I literally got chick-filleted.
But it wasn’t my time to go.
So, why did I go cluck-cluck-die?
Answer: Bill, my guardian angel (obviously light on the “guardian” part).
As soon as the afterlife learned my death was indirectly their fault (Bill was on their payroll), they offered me the chance to live again, but beware the fine print.
Fine print = choosing a new body, moving to Scotland, and becoming a Soul Retriever which means I spend most my time venturing into the bowels of the Underground City to retrieve spirits mistakenly sent there during a Y2K glitch. Seriously.
And my guides? Bill, my not so guardian angel.
Right—I’m stuck with the guy who was the reason I died in the first place. But he’s not my only guide.
Enter Tallis Black—a man who hates himself almost as much as he hates the rest of the world. I’m not sure why Tallis is offering to help lead me through the Underground City, but I either accept his offer or risk dying . . . again.
Between soul retrieving in hell, dealing with Bill and trying to figure out what’s in it for Tallis, I’m pretty sure I would’ve been better off dead.
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