Qorban: "In the dead city, only the echoes of my steps are alive. Like in a dream, I entered a shattered and half-buried house through its gaping eyeholes. Inside a body of rags and ashes, she's long dead, unknown, forgotten. I wipe the dirt from my wet eyes but I can hardly see. Look! A brittle newspaper! This...cannot be, it's all a mad...unending nightmare! These voices...I did nothing! Nothing, you hear me? Leave me alone!"
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