Vortxz presents Book 1: Remember Me When I Leave
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Last published Sun, Sep 21, 2025
He wakes up. The world around him is controlled, artificial, and unforgiving. Every move watched, every thought measured. In a society ruled by the Prophets, punishment is swift and memories are fragile-but he refuses to forget.
Remember Me When I Leave is a gripping journey into a dystopian reality where freedom is forbidden, loyalty is tested, and the fight to hold on to oneself can be the most dangerous rebellion of all. As he navigates a world that wants him to forget, one question lingers: how far will you go to remember who you are?
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