In the long dark night of the soul...
Mikke squinted, but his eyes refused to focus.
He blinked a couple of times, but they didn't clear, so he rubbed them with the knuckles of his index fingers.
Mikke can't remember a time before The War. Can't imagine a time after.
Can he find hope and a way to move on?
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