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Whispers from the Archive
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Ongoing, First published Oct 02, 2024
The smell of burnt paper lingered in the air as AJ stepped into the charred remains of Kō's house, where the echoes of her unsaid words still whispered through the ashes. Among the ruins, he found fragments of a life woven with ink and desperation as her mind unraveled in a chaotic tapestry of thoughts, longing for understanding that mirrored his own. Each charred piece of paper told a story of sorrow and resilience, the ink a testament to battles fought within the confines of her mind. 

As she lay her soul bare in writing while seeking release in flames, AJ embarks on a journey to connect the fragments of her existence with his own, unraveling the threads of a life lost but not forgotten.
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