L.L Fragment (working title)
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Introduction
"It had been eons since death. Laid to rest in a grave of thousands, upon the old lands of a forgotten kingdom. There were other kingdoms - many kingdoms - that rose before and during his life time. Now, they lay abandoned or in ruin, ruled only by atrophy, mortification and psychopathy." ~ D.B.Ziegfried
This story is one within a series I suddenly took to the page. While there is a backstory for it, I feel it would spoil the plot.
For the most part it shall be free-written, following the journey of a nameless man, summoned from death to complete a task unspoken. As he pieces together the fragments of his memories, you (the reader) shall also learn and come to understand his identity.
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