Malade- Civil War

Malade- Civil War

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This novel is about a young girl named Kate Anderson. Kate lives in a dystopian society called Malade. In Malade, every student is scrutinized from a young age. When each age group turns sixteen, a ceremony is held. A ceremony that could change any of their lives. Each year, twenty five are chosen to attend a special school. The Malade Academy for the Scientifically Advanced. Most people think this is a normal school, but when you go there, you know so much more. Thousands have attended this school, and soon, the entire society will be made up of people who have attended. This could cause everything to come crashing down on this perfect society. This could cause a civil war.
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