Two nobodies, at the end of the world, fighting over nothing. All was ash. All was ruin. The sun had given up on being bright, and decided to cast its own grey shadow. A trail
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Two nobodies, at the end of the world, fighting over nothing. All was ash. All was ruin. The sun had given up on being bright, and decided to cast its own grey shadow. A trail
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