U N S H A C K A L E D, Around the worlds and back
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(Nothing but a sinking ship, dancing on the melodies of the wind, its lyrics are but the screams of pain and the mockery of the thunder and the rain..). Don't think too much, it will hurt your brain...follow the story of "Yazan" as he is dragged through several worlds and words..Shuush... it has begun..be safe reader.. and please don't listen to the mons-...
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