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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Inner Beginning
"When all you have been gathers into a single silence, only then do you understand that you are not just the man who lived... but also the one who watched."
I awoke without a dream. It was neither night nor day.
A grey light floated around, like a state, not a source. There, in the heart of a silent room, I understood that I was no longer just Vladyr-but the echo of what I had become.
It had been a journey through lives, wars, revelations, and losses.
But none had hurt like this: the encounter with myself.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Inner Beginning
"When all you have been gathers into a single silence, only then do you understand that you are not just the man who lived... but also the one who watched."
I awoke without a dream. It was neither night nor day.
A grey light floated around, like a state, not a source. There, in the heart of a silent room, I understood that I was no longer just Vladyr-but the echo of what I had become.
It had been a journey through lives, wars, revelations, and losses.
But none had hurt like this: the encounter with myself.