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“Stop being afraid of living. It’s easy to die for someone. Death is . . . final. You do it once and it’s over. You know what’s harder, more terrifying, yes, but equally rewarding and fulfilling? Living for someone.”

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Book:Deadlock
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Deadlock

A gripping narrative that delves into the complexities of human relationships and the collapse of a society. more

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C.E. Clayton

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