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A World Without Reflections

A World Without Reflections is a novel steeped in Eastern fantasy and Dark Souls-like desolation, following Chael, a young warrior chief who returns to a home to see that his clansmen are nothing but frozen and soulless husks. Their voices are gone and the fires are cold. They still stand, but they do not live. And somewhere beyond the frost and silence, unseen hands pull at fate’s threads. ///// "I had fought before. I had bled before. But this was different. This was madness. One moment, I was sat on my throne, ruling my clansmen and the next… I'm met with a graveyard of empty eyes and frozen faces. And now these mongrels hunt me through the storm, blades drawn and their voices sharp with laughter. Echoes in the snow continue to call out to me as I drown in snow and steel. Were they guiding me? Or had I already lost my mind?" ///// WHAT TO EXPECT: • Dark and desolate atmostphere (heavily inspired by Dark Souls). • Struggling protagonist. Chael will earn his victories through skill, intellegence and power progression - and along the way, he will lose many times. • ALL notable characters will be complex and have unique character traits, philosophies and backstories. • A unique power system inspired by Xianxia. • Very lore-rich and intricate world-building. • Slow-burn romance subplot. • LOTS of mysteries and plot-twists. Almost all subplots will be infused with some kind of mystery. • Multiple layers of character development for Chael (who starts off as a cynical young man who lost what little purpose he had) and many other characters.
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For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
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