Panjora's History (The first book) (Hiatus)
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A story about different perspectives.
And also on how I view the dark side of the psyche of my country.
*(not fully edited but I tried editing it on my own. Don't worry. Ya gurl is trying to save up for it. Please wait. ;w;) (CURRENTLY IN MAJOR EDITING)
*(For trial, if it is gonna work out here.)
*(If you also feel the need to correct something about some cultural stuff, please do message me! That would highly be appreciated!)
*(It has some dark humor and dark themes. So... Just saying.)
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