OUR LAND

OUR LAND

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Sep 20, 2026
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Fiction
Historical
Alternate History
Ancient Empires
War and Military
A group of people has been living in a particular land for generations. However, a few of them separate from the group and leave for another place for a reason. Eight hundred years later, they return to reclaim the land they once left behind. But what happened to the people who stayed behind? What has become of the new inhabitants of the land? And will the returning people succeed in reclaiming their homeland? what reason do they return for it? That is what the story is about.
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