The Few and the Finest

The Few and the Finest

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In a world of danger and repetition where one day seems to be a copy of the initial one, sixteen-year-old Anastasia Miller awaits the day that her life will finally change forever--if it exists. To her surprise, the moment arrives just as the least expectable thing occurs; the sudden but sure beginning of the destruction of the entire world. Anna had previously struggled to get by on a daily basis living in the poor, crime infested Eastern Region town of Baltavia, but soon realizes the little she once had means everything when there eventually is little left from everything. It's hard to come by, but it's said to be possible. Some can make it, but that's only the few... the few, and the finest.
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