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NaNo continues-- Day 2

Title: D.E.A.T.H.-- Department of Eternal And Temporal Holdings
Word count: 3376

So, today, while writing my quota for the day, I learned:

Human souls are tradable commodities. The essence of the soul is enriched through its vessel's experiences.

Everything was easy when humans weren't aware of their own mortality...souls could be placed, enriched, removed, traded, recycled and the process run all over again, without humans interfering. Now that humans are aware of death (though they have the wrong idea about what it means) they are doing everything they can to live as long as possible--- what are the Reapers, the Soul Takers and the Soul Sifters to do when they finally find themselves out of a job?? How can D.E.A.T.H. turn a profit if its product is tied up by the stubborn determination of the living??

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  1. Your project sounds sooooo cool! Consider yourself warned: I find this on the shelf, I'm buying it.

    So there ya go.

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    1. LOL... deal! So long as you're aware that I'll have to make room on my shelf for your stories as well :-)

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