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Biul_Musang
A mysterious fog appears without warning- a thin, ten-centimeter wall that splits the world in two. In an instant, millions of people are trapped inside On the other side, the world falls into confusion. Soldiers, scientists, and rescue teams are sent into the fog... but just like the millions before them, none ever return. What exists within this razor-thin barrier? Why does a fog so narrow hold an entire world hostage? And more terrifying- is it growing? Spreading slowly, silently, ready to swallow the earth piece by piece? I'm Indonesian writer. I personally translated this novel myself, not as a professional translator. I’ve done my best to make it fun and easy to read, but it might not be perfect. Thank you so much for your patience, understanding, and support. My other stories that are still in the process of being translated. A Girl For The Beasts My Uncle My Husband Bringing My Wife Back The World That Split The Earth Beast In The Civilization We Married For Them My beautiful and handsome readers... I am very grateful to all of you who have visited to read my novels and took the time to view my profile. I am a fiction writer who actively publishes works across various platforms. My stories explore inner conflicts, human relationships, and the choices that shape character. Professional contact: [email protected] Or, for more information, you can follow my social media account: My Instagram: @biul My YouTube: @biulnovelauthor Thank you, happy reading.
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