Scars don't go away. There's always a trace.
Whether that applies to WWII, or the pain of betrayal.
Six years. Two sides. Two nations, their stories intertwined.
Let's see how my version of WWII plays out in this universe, shall we?
Scars don't go away. There's always a trace.
Whether that applies to WWII, or the pain of betrayal.
Six years. Two sides. Two nations, their stories intertwined.
Let's see how my version of WWII plays out in this universe, shall we?
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