Se ipsum Caesar

Se ipsum Caesar

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Nov 28, 2020
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Historical
"One's distress is someone's bliss. Thus making the world such a foul place to live in." Caligo Montenegro stated in one of his articles. He is a journalist in his late 20s who's working for one of the largest broadcasting companies in Asia. He was living quite a silent life. But as most of us experiences, silence becomes filled with noise. A person named Clara Tan shows before him, asking for his help to solve the mystery behind her father's death which happened to be a veteran, an ex-military and government official if you may. Athirst to know the secrets lurking behind the death of Clara's father, both of them found themselves in a maze full of deception, conspiracy, and demise that traces back to the regimen - causing a war to break.
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