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The Selection Protocol

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Amid sweet words and gentle reassurances, Enseria is hailed as a land of brilliance—a sacred realm, admired for its beauty and progress, as if it had stepped out from the reels of a perfect film. From birth to adolescence, every child is shaped beneath the same mold. The adults preach that if all seeds are sown in the same field, and nurtured in the same way, they will grow into strong stalks—ready to be harvested as refined and worthy grain. But those who refuse to conform… begin to harden in silence. Beneath the polished shell of genius and order, at the very base of that perfect pyramid, lie secrets—filthy, repugnant, and buried deep. When these vile truths are unearthed, lead will whisper through the air, laced with the scent of gunpowder, of blood, and tears long stained beneath layers of lies. And now, those seeds of difference, scattered and suppressed, await the one who dares to transform the field into a land—a place where every seed has the right to grow in its own way. *If you read this book and are confused, you are not alone, me too. °^°*
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