Selig City
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After the earth becomes uninhabitable, humanity is forced to reside within one unfathomably large building. Within it's many floors, it is organized with the poor residing at the bottom, and as the floor number increases, so does the resident's wealth. This story is the story of a man named Athos, who one day decided that he's had enough, and escapes from his life on floor 3011 and climbs up the floors to confront the head of Dolos known as Ruby human.
This is my first ever full length novel draft. I'd appreciate any criticism that can tear my story to shreds so that I may reconstruct it as a stronger and fundamentally improved story/novel.
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