The Insidious Soul

The Insidious Soul

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The Rebel War has won. Civilisation is dead. The government has abandoned us. Humanity is nonexistent. Life? What's that? Wydle - The strongest and largest sector in the world. Nothing compares to it, and no one dares to go against it. Life is not as it seems. After the apocalyptic catastrophe, the world has been divided into sectors. Each sector represents who they are. Ellowyn is part of the Wydle sector. After the mysterious assassinations in Wydle, Ellowyn must find out who their killer is. And that means to leave her sector, the most forbidden rule in every sector. Why? No one knows why, but no one comes back alive. Who knows what will happen to Ellowyn. Getting kidnapped may be an option. Getting lost is a factor. Death is certainly inevitable. ~~~ This is an uncompleted story.
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