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“Grief is the beast with the sharpest claws. It’s sacred. It’s consuming. It’s unstoppable. You, my rarest reader, must already fathom how it cannot be cast aside or defeated, for this book would not have found you otherwise. The beast will wound you deeply. There will be times when you are certain it will kill you. And yet, you will endure. Until the pain you deemed a punishment becomes your reward, guiding you to a realm of peace that will be only yours and yours alone – just as the beast that delivered you there. Excerpt from The Book of Revenge, Müneccimbaşı Sufi Chelebi’s Journals of Mystical Phenomena”

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The Book of Heartbreak

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