The sunset in the dawn
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  • LECTURAS 24
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Continúa, Has publicado nov 20, 2014
As Ness tries to decipher her past, her future is riddled with adventure. She is what is known as a Runner, that is an agile teen trained from birth. What is the object of training? To become a smuggler; but not of gold or or other  related items. Her cargo is children. She rescues them from whatever awful situation and brings them to the Province. The children are not only saved, but the ones that have useful qualities and are willing are put into a secret operation. But just as the pieces of the operation are coming together, they start to crumble. Is Eve the one to fix it?
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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.