After years of stories, friendship, and shared history, HNZ has entered its archive era.
Thank you to every member, professor, prefect, shopkeeper, club leader, GM, and admin who helped build this community.
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Caelan was just finishing up some transactions as to the painting he had sold that day. He already felt good about that day from the moment he woke up. With a smile, he shook hands with the man, a regular of the gallery. His boss gave him a thumbs up to which he lightly chuckled. That...
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