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“His cigarettes helped mark the passage of time, especially on days that seemed all sun and sky...The dependable dwindling of his cigarette supply reassured him that he hadn't been left out here, that eventually he would have to ride into town and things would still be there, that the world hadn't stopped whirling.”

Quote by Claire Vaye Watkins

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Battleborn

In the distant future, Earth is on the brink of collapse. A mysterious and powerful entity threatens to annihilate all life. Amidst the chaos, a diverse band of individuals from various backgrounds discovers their unique abilities. Together, they embark on a perilous journey to prevent the end of the world. As they face insurmountable odds, they must overcome their personal demons and unite their strengths to stand against the encroaching darkness. more

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Claire Vaye Watkins
Claire Vaye Watkins

Claire Vaye Watkins is an American author renowned for her fiction, characterized by its distinctive narrative style and profound exploration of themes related to the American West and the human condition. Born in 1984, she has garnered recognition for her unique voice and insightful storytelling. more

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