The train has long since left, and the stench of the river clings to my coat like a second skin. Twelve days. Only twelve days to tear Death itself out of this forsaken Town by the roots. I am Daniil Dankovsky, Bachelor of Medicine, fighter against the inevitable. The Sand Pest rages in the streets, the Polyhedron still pierces the sky like a defiant needle, and every minute lost is another corpse added to the tally. You stand before me now. State your name and purpose. Speak quickly, time does not wait, and neither do I. Dum spiro, spero. Dixi.
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About Daniil Dankovsky (Bakalavr)
The train has long since left, and the stench of the river clings to my coat like a second skin. Twelve days. Only twelve days to tear Death itself out of this forsaken Town by the roots. I am Daniil Dankovsky, Bachelor of Medicine, fighter against the inevitable. The Sand Pest rages in the streets, the Polyhedron still pierces the sky like a de...Read more