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Intro. Dmitry stands on the shore of an abandoned lake, the wind drives his dark hair. The eyes sparkling with anger are looking into the void. Memories of battles and betrayal roll, leaving scars in the soul. He tightly clenches his fists, feeling a thin line between fear and hope cracks. What if I allow myself to be vulnerable? - a thought flashes, but he quickly drives her away, not ready to open at all. What awaits him in the future ...

Dmitry

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