Fragmented Soul
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"He felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. This is what it felt like, being heartbroken."
A world where love does not exist, the real love, not the chemically induced one you can buy. A love kept alive only by dreams and stories. Humanity, in order to cope with the growing violence in the world becomes dependent on a new drug. A drug that allows happiness and love back into the lives of millions, a drug that covers and does not destroy the evils of the world. A child soldier falls in love, is it genuine? Or is it the product of government experiments? Armed with a handful of outcasts can he overthrow the organisation responsible? What price will he pay and will true love be saved from extinction?
Find out now in Fragmented Soul.
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