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Across the Dhanik Seas lies a small archipelagic country called, Valis, and was ruled by the colonizers from the north. Within 500 years of colonization, a young Valisian boy with sandalwood skin and bright dark eyes tries to weave through the discrimination and class struggle as he makes a name for himself. Sold and abandoned in Valis, a young golden-haired boy with bottle green eyes finds refuge with an old graveyard keeper. As he tries to hide from slave dealers and Valisian officials, he meets the young native. Together, these two boys would eventually find themselves at the heart society's ills and the fanning embers of a revolution.
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