Clones Out of Hell

Clones Out of Hell

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They were marked as MIA. Forgotten. Presumed dead. But the clones who vanished during the war never stopped fighting. Sev. Fi. Glitch. Banks. Others lost to time. From Geonosis to Christophsis - they survived. Barely. Now they live in the shadows, held together by instinct, brotherhood, and a need to survive. While Ash and Adam fight for their lives on a frozen warzone, cut off and unaware... Ember, Tukk, and others chase whispers of a hidden base on Colnor. A graveyard of ghosts. Or maybe... a second chance. This is their story. Of survival. Of reunion. Of clones who refused to die. Clones Out of Hell - because not everyone stayed buried.
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