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Song of the Exiles
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- FormatePub
- ISBN8231946839
- EAN9798231946839
- Date de parution08/08/2025
- Protection num.pas de protection
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
Between echo and silence, this book kneels to listen. Song of the Exiles is not simply read - it is experienced as a rite. Fragmented like an ancient liturgy, this work sings for those expelled from language, from memory, from time. Told through fractured voices, ritual chants, and symbolic invocations, each passage becomes a ceremonial act - summoning absences, wounds, and forgotten names. The exiles - Nirgan, the listeners, the weeping ones - are not characters, but echoes inhabiting a living ruin.
A book for those willing to unravel. A chant made of void. A broken mirror that still reflects.
A book for those willing to unravel. A chant made of void. A broken mirror that still reflects.
Between echo and silence, this book kneels to listen. Song of the Exiles is not simply read - it is experienced as a rite. Fragmented like an ancient liturgy, this work sings for those expelled from language, from memory, from time. Told through fractured voices, ritual chants, and symbolic invocations, each passage becomes a ceremonial act - summoning absences, wounds, and forgotten names. The exiles - Nirgan, the listeners, the weeping ones - are not characters, but echoes inhabiting a living ruin.
A book for those willing to unravel. A chant made of void. A broken mirror that still reflects.
A book for those willing to unravel. A chant made of void. A broken mirror that still reflects.
