Introduction: Death Code






Summary:

The Legacy rules the world since over the past twenty years, after a horrifying conflict that had destroyed many major cities, and left a few more dried of resources. Amidst strife and grief, no one dares go against the Legacy; there exists a rumor that special humans called Assassins that will kill off anyone that opposes them.

Raider Hargrave does not have memories beyond fleeing the Legacy not more than two years ago. Despite that, he's lived without trying to remember anything; he spends his time these days fighting with the rogues that come too close to the border of the Nameless City.

Challenged to a ridiculous game by a past enemy, Raider is forced into a game of cat-and-mouse to rescue captured members of the Rebels. But the true reason that he is being dragged into such a messy game may turn out worse than he previously thought...


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Hello, and welcome to a blog for one of my earliest novel drafts! I thought I'd try posting up the chapters of this book and see what happens - and honestly, I have no idea what to expect. Still, it's a draft, so it isn't going to be as well-written as a novel, and the grammar and spelling for a few words or sentences may be a bit wrong - just don't mind it. It's a novel I wrote as a kid, maybe - three or four years ago, and my attempts to edit it never satisfies me.






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