Endure, persevere, survive

Endure, persevere, survive

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The Fyodor are hunted. The Fyodor are killed. The Fyodor are those who bear the gift of magic. In the land of Ophelia, a cruel government rules with the main goal of eliminating magic. 16-year-old Aileen has only ever known the life of a refugee. Thrust into poverty at the age of six, her only hope was to outmaneuver the government --but that came at a high price. With no identity, the chance of her survival is immensely higher, but all that changes when her mother is killed. To live, Aileen must out-run the government, but when she makes friends on the wrong side, she discovers a secret about herself she had never known. On a mission fueled, by rage, fear, love, and revenge, Aileen must navigate through a broken world and try to piece it back together.
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