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He kneeled on the snow. The burning cold was reddening both his toes and fingers, but it didn't compare to the anger he was feeling at the moment. Such anger could be noticed in his expression, which even seemed animalistic, as well as in the tears streaming down his face.

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When he opened his eyes, all he could see was an old, wooden ceiling. After staring at it for a while, he turned his head.

"Oh! I'm glad you're awake!"

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"I swear! I'm coming back alive!"

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On August 17th 1788, Austria, a new boy is born, this boy would bring a huge change with him.
The novel "The Bringer of Light" will revolve around quarrels of powerful noble families, political matters, strategic discussions, the real human condition where good and bad people don't truly exist, and much more.

That boy is a prodigy child, having deep insight ever since his birth. One day, something terrible happens to him, which makes him have the goal of bringing light to this world.

The main point of this book is following him on his journey to fulfill that task. He goes through a lot of internal struggles such as: Is it really possible to achieve such a thing? Is what I'm trying to do even the right choice?

The Bringer of Light

Lukas was in the carriage on the way back to the Royal Palace. He was reading a book calmly as the carriage was about to reach its destiny.

Finally, the carriage stopped, and Lukas calmly left the vehicle. "Thank you for the ride, Rambert," he said.

Rambert nodded his head. "You are welcome, Young Master," he said.

Lukas nodded his head at Rambert one last time before he started to walk towards the Royal Palace.

However, as Lukas got closer to the residence, he noticed a familiar carriage by the Royal Palace.

Lukas frowned. 'Where do I know that carriage from?' he wondered.

When Lukas got close enough to the mysterious carriage, he finally saw a face that made him recall where that carriage was from.

Lukas raised his brow. 'Paul? Oh, of course! This is the carriage of the Von Neumann house,' he thought.

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