Feeding the Flame (unedited)

Feeding the Flame (unedited)

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Sera Thompson lives in a world of feigned perfection - No hunger, no unemployment, no unhappiness, no exceptions. Everyone is equal, or so they want you to believe. The only flaw in this towns desperate strive to be perfect is that they are the home to some exceptional beings. The Paranormal. In a society where Normal is perfect, the Paranormal, cannot be tolerated. These Inhuman powers are seen as a grave threat to the Mayor's Utopian dream, and when Sera discovers the secrets to her past, and comes to the frightening realization of her future, her life begins to intertwine with the consistent hunt. Normal vs. Paranormal. The battle has begun.
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