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From Logic Ends

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FROM LOGIC ENDS is a cracked mirror of a collection - peering into the bizarre, the bent, and the beautifully wrong.
Within these pages, yellow ducks might watch you back, eyes glitch in reflections, and memories scream through vending machines.
Every story tears at the seams of reality, where the strange isn't just welcome - it's the narrator.

Perfect for fans of surreal horror, dream-logic storytelling, and the delightful discomfort of not knowing what comes next.Todos los derechos reservados

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