mortis mundi
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Última publicación vie, jun 21, 2013
In "mortis mundi" (dead world) Neil Heckstall keeps an online journal, or blog, of the tragic events leading up to The Plague. When power fails, he continues his journal in spiral notebooks and scraps of paper. How long will Neil last against a deteriorating society and the deadly infected?
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