The wind on Kepler-f did not blow; it scraped. It dragged heavy, metallic dust across rusted plains, singing a low, grating song of a world that had died long before Elara was born. Elara was young, b...
Genre : Science Fiction
Category : My own images
Total Pages : 51
Aadarsh yadavI have written too many books but this one is best of them
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