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After The End
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Bersambung, Awal publikasi Jan 29, 2023
Dewasa
Creatures without eyes crept in the streets, in places that used to be cozy homes, in schools and in hospitals. Home was no longer a word. 

There was no home...

Alex and Lara were survivors, bound to cross paths. Right person, wrong time. But was there really a right time? It was the end times... every click told the worlds time of death.
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