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Emotionless »« Newt
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Complete, First published Nov 28, 2020
"There aren't any others like her." Ava stands up, slowly walking up to the screen. If Ava Paige wasn't there through a hologram, perhaps Janson would've felt more intimidated. "Believe me, I've searched."

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Leandra - Z1 'The Anomaly' - was never put in the Maze. She was rescued from WICKED long ago, by a man named Janson, intent on keeping the rare treasure safe from those who'd like to use her for their own means.

Except, Janson was always part of WICKED, and Leandra was never really safe to begin with.

Suddenly she's in a whirlwind of love, betrayal, hope and loss with a group of kids who have just about managed to escape the sinister organisation, but it's not the first time she's met them. They might not recall her, a curse to forget, but with her intact memories, she's suffering from a curse to be the only one to remember.

But WICKED are still after them, focused above all else to regain their Anomaly.

For she harbours a remnant of the Old Earth in her, something that might just be enough to save the sun-burnt world.

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"Maybe I'm broken. But if you saw what I've seen... oh, honey. You wouldn't be broken. You'd be torn to pieces."
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