Order Of Confessions
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The country Azstan has a lot of secrets, one of them so tragic that it split the country in two. Rumors went around that whoever had caused it, are dead now .They were wrong. Very wrong.
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"There was a huge crowd at the boat, brimmed with people and trade carts. Her eyes searched for the girl she had seen, she promised herself she would not let her get off this boat alive. Her hands clutched her knife as she made way towards the crowd.
Ah, there she was, standing under the shadows so as to not be spotted pickpocketing and stealing again. This was her call, and she was going to finish her mission this time"
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