The Sounds Of Rebellion
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Last published Sun, Aug 17, 2025
A world where music and art are illegal. Creativity and expression restrained. A land, covered in greys and a silence so loud it makes you go deaf. And admits it all, teens who wouldn't let the expectations of the government chain them down, raised their voices, and turned up the colour. Monochromy was the new norm, but blood was red, not black.
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