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Death—this word was never unfamiliar to me as a child.

I was born in the borderlands between two powerful nations locked in deep hatred, each trying to swallow the other.

The fighting here never ceased.

There was no law, no morality, no trust—only two choices: kill to survive or be killed.

Some said that the corpses here outnumbered the grains of sand.

Every time one stepped outside, a single glance could take in countless bodies strewn ac ...

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