“The Pharmacist’s Mate” by Amy Fusselman
This is what I believe:
When someone dies, they don’t go to some pearlescent afterlife or some sulfurous hellhole.
Instead, they live on in the memories of those who loved them.
This is what I believe:
When someone dies, they don’t go to some pearlescent afterlife or some sulfurous hellhole.
Instead, they live on in the memories of those who loved them.
