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My life is that of no others. My mind is my only shelter. And my body is my only protection. This story is not on with a happy ending, nor on with the sun shinning all the time, or where love saves the day. This story is that of a worroir, a servent, and the sword that decides it all. This is a story of my life. My name is Malaya.

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