Deviant
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Life in Prohibitum is matchless, superior compared to other societies. What once was a broken country has become an example of excellence. But under the black and white veil of excellence is war. The Oppressors', the dominate party, grip on the country's society is slipping. Insurgents seep through the cracks, bringing Forbidden things such as color and the truth with them. One, a Deviant, has been manually selected by the Council to represent their righteous cause. But her stolen memories struggle to resurface to reveal the occultum truth that the President and her followers will protect at all costs.
The truth is seeping through the cracks.
Traitors hide in plain sight.
Will their world remain black and white or will color seep through?
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