Mors Obliviscens by Allyson McCollum
Who can you trust when you can’t trust your own memories?
Flit has to find out the hard way when she wakes up in Limbo as a ghost. She has no idea how she got there, or who she was before, and her only companion is Death himself. Is he really the helpful, sympathetic creature he paints himself to be, or are there darker motives at play?
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