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“You want to brawl. You want to fight. Fighting tricks you into believing you can change the past, even when the past is dead and gone and all of it ashes.”

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Ashes

In this gripping tale, the remnants of society grapple with the harsh realities of a world ravaged by disaster. The story follows a group of survivors as they navigate a dangerous landscape, seeking refuge and hope amidst the ruins. more

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Ilsa J. Bick
Ilsa J. Bick

Ilsa J. Bick, born in 1957, is an American author known for her works in science fiction and fantasy. Her writing has gained popularity among readers for its unique imagination and profound thematic exploration. more

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