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It took sixteen years of my life to realize I had the worst luck of anyone in the world. I'm not sure what year it is that you're reading this. But I can almost guarantee that it's far from my generation. Technology has--in a way--taken over out world. Only because its all we can really rely on now. The earth is charred and destroyed, all the tall buildings of what used to be a city called New York mangled and ashy. I don't know what caused it. It was years before I was born. All I do know, is it changed the way our world functions. All of the earth is ruled by one hand; my father's. Or at least it used to be. Which brings me back to my terrible luck. My fathers gone, and I soon was too, thanks to my uncle. What other choice did I have? I had to seek safety. As it turns out, my uncle wasn't the only one with plans. There was so much I never knew about. It would appear as though Im in for much worse than I anticipated, and it may involve a deathly decision. ~Cover copyright Google images/Andesite Lyacon~ ~Collab book of Andesite and Capricorn~
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