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Tatum Cross is a Low Point. She always has been and she most likely always will. She has never minded being a member of such a low social class. Sure, they have far less money than the High Points and can hardly afford anything in the Northern City, but she loves their simplicity. However, she is shocked to find out that all Low Points are banned from going through the Process something everyone dreams of going through when they turn sixteen. It is considered a ‘milestone’ in life. It is the process of becoming Immortal. Instead of going through the Process, Tatum is whisked away, forced to change her name in secrecy and put into a scientific simulated environment that government has put them in to see how she reacts to the powers Tatum and nine others are given. But things go wrong. People die. And Tatum has to go by a significant saying: Don’t. Trust. Anyone.
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