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A Shift of Luck **Under revision**
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Ongoing, First published Nov 10, 2017
Luck has changed. The balance, shifted. It now favors the dark. Displaying any type of negativity will get you killed. Being positive will give you a better chance at living another day. This is the belief shared among all mortals on Earth. 

 But they share it with immortals, beings who can literally siphon all your organs out and take over your skin. With luck favoring them now, the world has become a field of feigned optimism, paranoia and fear. 

Nulniya is a tracker who just can't get on the positivity train. It is her job to track hollowed bodies that immortals have disposed of, and then process them. 

Yet she has other things on her mind, like finding the immortals that killed her parents. She believes that every hollowed body processed will gets her one step closer to finding out those responsible. 

But little does she know, she's a lot closer to them.
And not the way that she's hoping.
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