Blood And Bargains

Blood And Bargains

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What happens when humanity is at its lowest? Year 2156 When Cara Morne accepted the invitation, it didn't come with instructions. In a world where trust is a trap and grief is a currency, Cara must decide. Every mission is a trade. If failed, a transaction. And the worst part? She's starting to run out of names. But turns out, survival is nothing but a myth. Because every move costs a piece of her. "In a world where humanity is fading and mortality means nothing, the only thing more dangerous than machines... is what we've become." "If you care you die. If you don't, you still lose."
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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