Branded Souls
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Last published Wed, Jan 13, 2016
"In Andromeda city, only three things are on our minds. Escape, survival, and our LC, our lifeclock. Everyone is born with one imprinted on their arm, which shows how long a life they have left to live. If you make a wrong move, or choose the wrong decision, your lifeclock could possibly flash from sixty years to six minutes.
"Unfortunately, Andromeda isn't the best place to be born with a lifeclock. If you're born there, it's highly unlikely for you to leave the city alive. Despite the beautiful name, Andromeda is an anarchic and bitter city, and nearly everyone wants to leave. Many small groups are formed, in which they set off into a gigantic maze leading to the world outside of Andromeda. And I'm guessing no one's made it out alive..."
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