The Last Beacon
The sky over New York was the color of a bruised plum, thick with the soot of a thousand burned libraries. Kael walked through the ruins of the Public Library, his boots crunching on the charred remains of a million pages. In the year 2142, knowledge was not power; it was a death sentence. The "Purge" had happened fifty years ago, when the New Order decided that the only way to ensure peace was...
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