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It was an alien place, as much inhuman as it was ungodly. There was no life in this place. It was a different world altogether.This world was dead
Angelo Tsanatelis
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He was in a strange, badly lit room, wearing even stranger clothes, getting an earful from an unknown woman, in a language that he could and couldn’t exactly place in a very disturbing way.These were not his memories
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A weapon needs a wielder; it should not be permitted to start its own fights.""You are not my wielder; you are naught, a forgotten ghost, not even a memory.""Maybe, but you are still a weapon
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