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(salt shackles early days)






A realm that was situated just above the sea level, hence was lacking the immediate tangible blockades. Scores of inhabitants despaired, giving up hopes towards freedom, or hopes for a better life.

People started focusing on the afterlife topics, but not me. My vexations, were closely constrained with respect to Terra firma, like a sailor in the tormented seas. A hag-ridden sea that always suppurated into a looping stream, fighting hard to find the path to self healing.

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