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The Rift

The Rift

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Nov 23, 2019
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Fiction
Science Fiction
A story about a girl who fights monsters, a doctor who isn't all he appears to be, and a game with stakes so high, you may just loss your life trying to win. Welcome to Selvia, the last and final city on earth! Here you can achieve anything you've ever dreamed of, the only price? Novacy. A high stakes virtual reality game that all must participate in at the age of 22. If you win, you get to live, if you lose, you're dead. In the 34th century, population control is key. And only the best of the best get to live here. WARNING! This book contains content that may be triggering for some readers. Please read with caution.
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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