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One thought, a sea of blood; another, Haven. Trapped between paths, where lies peace? The wine runs dry, you d…

One thought, a sea of blood; another, Haven. Trapped between paths, where lies peace? The wine runs dry, you drift away. Yet the actor on stage... still awaits reunion.

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