Rebirth ( Digon Saga 1)
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What does it mean to live? What is life when you have a time limit? And how do we know what to do when it's up but we're not ready to let go. Just the same routine every day, all day. Eat, sleep, listen, submit and survive all until we can't anymore the endless maze of Death and torture. A kid can dream about the outside of these white walls. But. Those dreams are crushed shortly after. They will die here like all those before them.
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