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“We do not have the power now to melt the snow that lies thick around us. Perhaps we wanted merely to feel the warmth in each other, a warmth we had in common.”

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Book:Berserk, Vol. 22
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Berserk, Vol. 22

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Kentaro Miura
Kentaro Miura

Manga artist known for his highly influential work 'JoJo's Bizarre Adventure', which has had a profound impact on the Japanese manga industry. more

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