Tres Marias: Read-Only Memories

Tres Marias: Read-Only Memories

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The year is 2079. Science and technology triumphed over nature; to majority of humanity, there's no such thing as pure magic and guardians of nature. Mega corporations and nanomachines reigned over society. But when Vincent Uy, a bartender in the tavern Kaluwalhatian, encounters a mystical, amnesiac woman named Maria, his everyday life takes a sharp turn... NOTES: - The most accurate genre for this work is science fantasy, but since it's a story about diwata and Filipino myths in a cyberpunk setting, I decided to put it into fantasy for now. :) - Updates (hopefully) every Tuesday/Wednesday.
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