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“Thou’dst kill me soon with thy mouth,” said Brandoch Daha. “In sum, thou art a brave man when it comes to roaring and swearing: a big bubber of wine, as men say to drink drunk is an ordinary matter with thee every day in the week; but I fear thou durst not fight.”

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The worm Ouroboros

This book is a philosophical and speculative fiction that delves into the concept of infinity and the cyclical nature of existence. It presents a narrative that intertwines with the mythological Ouroboros, a serpent or dragon eating its own tail, symbolizing the eternal cycle of life and death. more

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