Crimson Kingdom

In this world, those who are special and those who are dead are one and the same. You're a Miscreant: A heretic, an enemy of the common, the lowest on the totem pole. We're labeled at birth and discriminated against for the rest of our lives, constantly in fear of that hanging noose. But what happens when that noose snaps, only HE can tell.

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