Withered Rose
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Last published Sun, Oct 9, 2016
Four Astral Flowers make up what society is. Your flower typing determines who you will be. Bound to this code they have been for millennia. It only takes one little mistake, one little secret, one clue left undiscovered, to ruin a case. Your flower determines how you are viewed in the mixed society. So what can you do when all fingers are pointed at you? From your Coming of Age Ceremony, you have been set on a path destiny has created. You are only a pawn in the game. Little would you know, the game isn't life. The game is death.
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