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“That's the problem with relationships," George was saying. "It's a contract. You agree to be some unchanging caricature of yourself. To act the same way all the time. Never to change. It's counter-evolutionary. How can anything new and good come into your life, if you're holding on to something that doesn't exist anymore?”

Quote by Alex Shakar

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Luminarium

Luminarium is a work of speculative fiction that delves into a richly imagined universe, where characters embark on quests and uncover mysteries. The narrative intertwines elements of magic and exploration, offering readers a captivating journey through an intricate world. more

Author

Alex Shakar
Alex Shakar

Alex Shakar is an American novelist born in 1968. His works are known for their unique narrative style and profound insights into modern life. more

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