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“Did I waste my kisses, my love, my passion, and are they wasting theirs? God says, 'Nothing is ever wasted, Jim.”

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Book:Dust
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Dust

In this gripping narrative, the story unfolds in a world ravaged by a mysterious dust storm that has decimated civilization. The protagonist navigates this harsh landscape, facing the challenges of scarcity, survival, and the remnants of a once-great society. more

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