Blasted Memories...

Blasted Memories...

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When a large area of land is completely cut off from the US by the fire of war, Emmie Angelo's life down spirals into poverty and chaos. The government is corrupted, the people are starving, and education is only guarantied to able bodied boys capable of joining the military someday. As circumstances worsen the option arises to have one child from each family sent to a "safe camp" in the countryside. Emmie is eventually whisked away to Camp Upham. Upon arrival Emmie realizes that there is something very wrong going on beneath the privileged appearance of this whole operation, but because of a traumatic bombing experience she finds that she can't remember the specific details needed to crack the twisted secrets of Camp Upham. It as if her memories were blasted away...
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