Diary Of Jane
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Dla dorosłychZakończone pon., maj 9, 202212h 9m
Waking up cold and broken, in a world that I don't recognize is dangerous enough but to try and figure out who you are -who you were- in the middle of a war could mean that death is just around the corner. With only the words written in an old leather-bound journal and the help from a few friends, I pray that I might one day remember all that was taken from me before it's too late.
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