The Rhaelen Federation

The Rhaelen Federation

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The Rhaelen Federation was a very, very cold place. Both literally and figuratively, the sky was painted in a depressing grey, just as the houses, the jobs and the humans. There were no morals among the humans, no right or wrong, just legal and not quite. And not even the president seemed to care enough to change that. So Anastasia would, as she thought, do something about that. If she actually can make a difference, you'll have to read to find out. ~~~~~ All the characters belong to me, just as all the errors, English isn't my first language though so I hope you'll look over those a little. I hope you have fun with this!
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