Counting Candles
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Last published Thu, Jul 2, 2015
It's 3019 and the ocean no longer exists. The past made sure of that. Now CAPA governs the world with strict rules, enforcing what can and can't be done. Each Nent has it's own purpose, and CAPA seems to be working magic, as the environment seems to be coming back to normal.
However, CAPA is not all good, and rumors of the sea start to pop up. Farris and her brother, Jansen, have a chance to discover what's really out there. Except, they may have underestimated just how much they didn't know.
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