Colors

Colors

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Colors define your life. They define where you live, the clothes you wear, the places you work, the people you meet, the life you live. They define the torture you receive, the pain you endure, the pity people feel for you when you walk through the Market wearing your color, and only your color. Colors mean everything in the city, and nobody has ever figured out why. Ventus has always been a curious girl. As she passes through the stages of life questioning society, one question haunts her day and night: what lies beyond the Wall, beyond the only world Ventus has ever known? What if is is better than the life she lives, defined by stereotypes, lost in a daydream? What if it has secrets she has been dying to uncover since she figured out how to talk? What if leaving the city and going beyond the wall is the biggest danger anyone has ever known before?
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