The End
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When the world ends, it's not because of science-it's because of sin.
John sees what others can't: the twisted world behind the illusion. As God's judgment unfolds, madness follows... and so does blood.
This is not salvation. It's punishment.
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This story contains graphic violence, gore, disturbing imagery, psychological horror, and themes of mental deterioration, trauma, and suicide. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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