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The Revolution Eternal: The White Wolf
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Ongoing, First published Dec 09, 2018
Mature
It is the one hundredth year of the Revolution Eternal.

With AI walking the earth in vast numbers, nuclear weapons destroying tens of countries, time is running out- it's down to the last few years. The world could rebuild itself, or it could collapse, with no one to pick up the pieces. The decisions of so few can affect so many. This story follows the paths of seven teens into the depths of the war.

In the Divided World, your Group determines everything- and no one can remember a time when it wasn't this way. You live for your Group, you die for your Group. 

Valour- the group of power and gold. Where affection is a weakness, sympathy is a sin found in the losing side. 
Chosen- the group of faith and blood. Where Ezra is worth a billion lives.
Prairie- the group of sky and earth. Where mother nature is the true dominant force.
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