Remember the Assassin
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Years into the future, the world will enter a war worse than any it has ever seen before. New weapons will take out tens of millions of people at a time. The aftermath will see the obliteration of almost every human. Five years later, those still alive are finally developing civilization.
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I wake up in the colony of Sentrus not knowing anything about myself but my name. I don't know how, but I'm able to fight. I'm able to kill. I try to fit in, but there are people who hate me--even to the point of death.
I'm afraid and confused, looking for answers as to who I am, while at the same time trying to decide whether I truly want to be that person.
I've been given a fresh start, but I can't tell if it's the best thing that could have happened to me or the
worst.
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