88: A Dystopian Horror
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"Earth stopped spinning. Most died in the cold. The rest... changed."
Years after the catastrophe, a survivor is dragged into an interrogation room, accused of knowing too much. But what he remembers-what he lived through-isn't something you can explain. There were symbols carved into skin, voices that didn't speak, and shadows that wore human faces.
This is not just a story about survival.
It's about what's left of you after the cold gets in.
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