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Alien Shahmaran

Alien Shahmaran

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You are proud of the existence of heaven, I want hell. The falling snow was increasing in intensity, and the number of snowflakes clinging to my dark hair was increasing. He didn't speak, I didn't speak. Silence... Silence was an alphabet that was always valid between us. So I once again submitted to this alphabet and pressed my long, trembling fingers into my palms. When I lowered my hand to my side, the snow melting in my palms dripped onto the ground... Its color was the color of blood. Its color was the color of loss. Its color was the color of murder.
Publisher : the winged horse
Number of pages : 600
Publication Year : 2016
ISBN : 9786053438748
The heart : Turkish
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Alien Shahmaran <font color="black" face="verdana">You are proud of the existence of heaven, I want hell. The falling snow was increasing in intensity, and the number of snowflakes clinging to my dark hair was increasing. He didn't speak, I didn't speak. Silence... Silence was an alphabet that was always valid between us. So I once again submitted to this alphabet and pressed my long, trembling fingers into my palms. When I lowered my hand to my side, the snow melting in my palms dripped onto the ground... Its color was the color of blood. Its color was the color of loss. Its color was the color of murder. </font> PX0000393
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