A stage where they exist or not They are dismayed, mistreated and looked down upon This was a long time ago

I lost interest in the fairy tale that I created. Even in my own depth, in my true emotions and twisted sanity, I could not sit to scribble or pierce the liver. I lost my soul purpose to connect. My

Fort Valour was a small British outpost that was set up a few hundred miles north of the Kilimanjaro. It was home to 1st Company, 3rd Battalion of the King’s African Rifles (KAR). By extension, it was Zahir’s new home.