After The Nightfall
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Last published Sun, Nov 28, 2021
A collection of one-part stories written after the nightfall.
What is the meaning of our existence? Who is the director of our lives? Are we behind the wheel or are we just dolls in a dollhouse of someone, something, much bigger than all of us?
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