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Blood, pain, grief. It was all repeating every single day in the waste land, like a dance of death accompanied by the song of suffering.
In here, it was kill or be killed.
No room for love, no room for caring, no room for normality, no room for roses to grow. People planted the art of war into their brains, often forgetting the feeling of being human.
People have divided themselves into Clans, communities where people can trust each other on living another day in the barren hellscape.
But some people do not belong into a Clan. They're, what people call, Nomads.
Nomads are never a threat, especially not to the Roses, an elite Clan comprised of the most powerful people.
That is until a specific Nomad changes the entire perspective of the Roses.
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Warning :: this book contains themes such as violence, gore, foul language, mentions abuse, and etc.
Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics.