Fighters never go along the border
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Last published Mon, Apr 11, 2016
„Ich weiß wer du bist, wer ihr seid; ja. Aber ich kenne dich nicht." 【Sie wusste der Sonnenaufgang nahte. Die Welt würde erwachen und traurig auf das zerstörte Antlitz ihrer selbst hinab sehen. Welche Wege sich ihr eröffneten konnte sie nicht sagen, nur, dass ein weiterer Tag anbrach, den es zu überleben und zu bestehen galt.】 Die Welt ist aus dem Gleichgewicht geraten. Städte und Dörfer sind verlassen, zusammengesunken im Angesicht der Kreaturen des Unheils. Die Gemeinschaft ist gebrochen und die Mächte beginnen sich neu zu sammeln. Vertrauen ist Untergang. Gemeinschaft ist Irrtum.
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