Prince August couldn't shake the memory of the mysterious girl he had danced with. He instructed his guards to search for her, but the city was vast and the people elusive.
"She was different," he told his advisor, a stern man named Captain Roderick. "We must find her."
Captain Roderick frowned. "Your Highness, the Regime won't approve of this. The girl could be a threat."
"I don't care," August said firmly. "I need to know who she is."
The search intensified, with guards scouring the city and questioning anyone who might have seen the girl. Felix kept me informed, his updates both comforting and terrifying.
"They're getting closer," he warned one evening. "We need to be ready."
I nodded, determination hardening my resolve. "We'll find a way. We always do."
As the days turned into weeks, the prince's search became more desperate. He knew that finding the girl could change everything, but the Regime's watchful eyes were always present, ready to pounce on any sign of rebellion.
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Cinders of Revolution
Ciencia FicciónIn the glittering city of New Elysium, opulence and decay walk hand in hand. Beneath the holographic façades and towering spires, Ella, a young servant, toils away under the cruel eyes of her stepmother and stepsisters. A tyrannical Regime rules the...
