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Utopian Stranger
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    Time 8m
Ongoing, First published Jan 19, 2023
A few words from a dying man can determine the fate of an entire society. These words can influence its victory... or its downfall.

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Colette (Cole) Spencer wakes up every morning being told whether she'll die today or not. It's rare to die young in Dynailis, but not unheard of. Dynailis is the perfect country after all.
 But with such a perfect place comes an imperfect ability. The last word that any dying person in a society mutters before they pass influences a part of the future. Most wish for peace and love for their family, but Cole's grandfather has other ideas. The system has many flaws, and her grandfather has exploited one of them.
There are no restrictions.
Someone is coming.
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