The Weight of Souls by Pearce, Bryony -- Read -- Imperial Library of Trantor

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The Weight of Souls Dedication Epigram IT'S COMING TO TAKE YOU AWAY THE GANG'S ALL HERE THEY AREN'T GHOSTS, THEY'RE HALLUCINATIONS CRASH AND BURN A LOT OF OPPORTUNITIES A TWINGE OF SYMPATHY SO DISAPPOINTED LUCKY DAY YOU DON'T BELIEVE YOU'RE A GHOST? I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN YOU AWAY NO SIGN OF JUSTIN TRAPPED INSIDE THE CIRCLE WORST BIRTHDAY EVER I WASN'T MURDERED REMEMBERED AS AN IDIOT THE HOUSE IS CURSED A WEAPON IN HIS ARSENAL I HAVE TO GET INTO THE V CLUB DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT HOW BAD COULD IT BE? THE STUPIDEST THING I'D EVER DONE I HAVEN'T SEEN A LIGHT YOU'RE IN THE CLUB NOW STILL GOT ME THE WHEEL KEEPS SPINNING MY LAST THOUGHT FROM THE FIRST MOMENT WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW? THERE HAS TO BE A CURE SO MANY HAD BEEN SENT INTO THE DARK THE GREATEST OF THE LORDS OF DEATH HUNGRY FOR THE WORLD THE LIGHT SEEKER Imprint

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