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“A drafty, cold Victorian house in the middle of the countryside was nothing but solitude, peaceful but secluded, a place which hid and fueled the darkness in my mind.”

Quote by David Grinnell

Book: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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