The last degree
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The wind at fifty-eight degrees north did not just blow; it hunted. Elena stood by the reinforced triple-pane viewport of Module A, watching fine crystals of ice sweep horizontally across the floodlit...
Genre : General
Category : My own images
Total Pages : 45
Arleen AnsariI am a young author who has started to write . This story came into my mind and I was eager to print it down as a book . Hope you enjoy such thrill.
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