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"Demons are not born from the tongues of men, nor are they born from the light of the forge. They are born from the disobedience of holy creatures. So one could summon them by the ounce of evil and sin running through the fabric of their skin."
Wallace is a 24 year old accountant who is facing rather difficult times in the year 1953, until he finds the other side of false reality and his true purpose of existence. Follow this man to depths of an unpredictable future as we venture through the mind of this "sad" and desperate man...
(This is not a proper story, only a brief documentation of Wallace's journey through his thoughts and his writing. These will only be a collection of excerpts)
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