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“All those happy memories have lost their colour, all at once. I clutch for them, but they are like sand, gritty and abrasive. Sand under the eyelids. Sand in the mind.”

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Book:Elder Race
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Elder Race

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Adrian Tchaikovsky
Adrian Tchaikovsky

Adrian Tchaikovsky, born on June 14, 1972, is a British author known for his works in the genres of fantasy and science fiction. His writing is highly regarded for its deep themes and rich imagination, appealing to both readers and critics. more

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