School Asylum
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MatureOngoing12m
Last published Wed, Mar 13, 2019
"He that increaseth wisdom, increaseth sorrow"
Robert Burton
School Asylum is perceived as a reputable scholeio. Great thinkers and leaders who dedicate their life for peace and earth's restoration studied here. But it is an enigmatic school, not lucid, even infernal.
Opportunity or curse?
A group of young people fight for their right in the society. Risking their life to the unknown, to attain wisdom, to seek for peace, to be granted with pardon, to the art of death.
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