E R Rovan
Some writers seek the spotlight. Others choose the shadows.
This one walks the in-between.
No name. No face. Only stories-left like breadcrumbs in the dark, for those curious enough to follow. My words are stitched from memry and myth, dream and dust. Not much is known of who I am, and even less is offered.
Perhaps that's the point.
I write not to be seen, but to be felt.
This is my voice. Listen closely.
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