This is not a clear story, it never was woven to be so and it shouldn't be read as such either. I hope that I've accomplished my role of writing it truthful to its real life counterpart and that its protagonists, wherever they might be now, consider it a loyal transliteration of the events they lived and to which I've assisted long ago. Time becomes the only common thread, where jumps and runs continuously undo and redo its course, where a group of friends becomes the inexorable guardian of its fragile safety, because a shadow looms over existence and humanity might not be ready just yet. You'll have to read and see.
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