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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 and the girls were on the second floor of the brothel. Each one of them were holding something to clean the property.

Lukas was holding a cloth, since he didn't know neither how to mop nor how to sweep.

Aarya smiled. "Alright, then! Let's start our tasks!" she said.

Lukas raised his brow. "What are our tasks?" he asked.

Meera shook her head. "You probably still didn't receive it because it's your first day, but each one of us is assigned to specific tasks every week," she said. "Mine, for example, is sweeping the corridor and cleaning some of our superiors' rooms," the black-haired girl explained.

Aarya raised her brow. "Wow, Meera, you always get so many tasks!" she said.

Meera nodded her head. "Of course. That's because I do them very well," she replied with a tone of smugness in her voice, despite still having a serious expression.

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