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**REVISION IN PROCESS** The Universe's most well known gang, the Rustlers, are releasing havoc once again. Hired for a special task they are to break into a prison where they will uncover secrets and adventure. Read this short story and discover a new world. Oh, but watch out for Ren Scott, he's a bit of a heart breaker. This is a short story written for the #HeatofTheDanger Contest hosted by @beyondsol.
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In the distant future, Earth lies in ruin, a desolate landscape scarred by the ravages of time and neglect. Cities crumble, forests fade to dust, and the remnants of civilization cling desperately to the shadows of a once-thriving world. Amidst this bleak panorama, a group known as the Treaders emerges-individuals bestowed with extraordinary abilities that connect them deeply to the earth and its truths. With great abilities, Treaders can summon storms, grow life from barren soil, and even speak to the remnants of the past. Their gifts, however, come with a heavy burden: they are the last hope for restoring balance to a fractured planet, but they are also hunted by factions that crave their abilities for domination. A girl, broken by captivity and lost in silent pleas may just hold the key to ridding the world of its desolation. what will happen, When worlds Collide? *Amaris stood at the center of the pit, her back straight, her face pale but set with quiet resolve. Her long dark hair falling in tresses down her back, framing her soft face perfectly. She was bruised, battered from the days spent in this cursed place, but still, she stood. Still, she fought to live. A muscle clenched in my jaw. They would not take her from me.* #1 in Coexistence 3/20/25 #9 in Confinement 3/20/25 Trigger warning; depicted scenes of violence and gore

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