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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The writings of one man, Oliver, chronicling the adventures of eight, in a world bereft of all that once was.
Many days of darkness, in the respect of light and mood, have cloaked our hearts. And yet there is a hope, wholly set apart, above and outside, which beckons us onward each new morn.
It is for you, Futurians, that I write. It is, after all, your present time which is molded or deformed by the actions we now take. And what, pray, will guide such actions? Will it be chaos or truth? Can we boldly move?
Press on, oh future, until such time as an end comes.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The writings of one man, Oliver, chronicling the adventures of eight, in a world bereft of all that once was.
Many days of darkness, in the respect of light and mood, have cloaked our hearts. And yet there is a hope, wholly set apart, above and outside, which beckons us onward each new morn.
It is for you, Futurians, that I write. It is, after all, your present time which is molded or deformed by the actions we now take. And what, pray, will guide such actions? Will it be chaos or truth? Can we boldly move?
Press on, oh future, until such time as an end comes.