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Last published Wed, Jul 24, 2019
Tagged, chipped, and shuffled into line. That's Zella's everyday reality. They're herded like cattle, to be treated like cattle.
For centuries that's all Zella's people have known. They're the low-life's in this world. The ones without a purpose. To be used as slaves, as workers who don't have a choice but to work, even if they cannot.
They have to spend countless hours doing work to keep a low-grade shelter and it put food on the table for themselves. They're disgusting things that didn't have what the others had. They didn't have money, fate, and didn't have the power that made the others different. They were the ones bound to disappear and dissolve. Humans.
This place is a living horror story, straight from an old story. This is the unfortunate reality the humans don't know how to escape. Unless there was a way out from all of this. To make your great escape from this prison-like kingdom. This is the great race to make it out, either dead or alive.
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