Chapter 1
IMAGINE
JACK WOLFE FROST
St. Peter had now been in his usual spot at the Pearly Gates for five minutes since processing the last soul. Now, not a soul in sight. Odd, he thought. I don’t think I’ve ever known this since I’ve been here. He checked his watch; quite a long time. Over 2000 years. He frowned, looked up, looked down, looked behind him - just clouds. Nothing. I don’t know what to do....
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