The Hero || e.v
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Last published Fri, Apr 29, 2016
English Version || My eyes closed. No more energy, no more will. Right before leaving, I heard footsteps in the snow, but it was too late to talk me out of it or to save me. I was dying. It was when I felt someone lean over me that my soul detached itself from my frozen body. That's how it all started.
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