Children of Z -First Draft-
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This is the first draft of this story. The second author and I have not edited this to the point where the story is good. This book in going under revision, so it's at least somewhat better. Until then enjoy the first draft of the entire story.
The Dome is a salvation for the survivors of a war that showed men's true nature. As more time passes within the Dome a government has been established in such a way that many people would be afraid to stand up against it.
Cassian, a son born to the Dome is against its teachings and its government. With a dark plan he wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone in his way.
Zera, a loyal white suit to the Dome wasn't born in the Dome that's all she truly knows. She doesn't remember, but she's lost.
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