Book 1 : INCA
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- Chapitres 5
I am an ordinary 17 yr old girl, attending INCA high school, the only high school in my town. INCA is surrounded by other towns and those towns surrounded by water. I have never been outside of the town. We aren't allowed to. But I now I find myself in another town, dying... What happened to me?
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