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A route to the Unknown
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Ongoing, First published Apr 23, 2016
My name is Warren and I'm a waif. I'm 10 years old and all alone. I'm all alone. Neglected, abandoned, tossed aside if you will.

This is my adventure, my story. I don't know where I'm going. It's unknown. I'm oblivious to it all.


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