After the mutation happened, after those like Ambre began sating themselves on the knowledge of the world, a mad rush had scooped up all copies of the world’s great literature. Books were burned in the millions, not to suppress what was in them, but to preserve it. Only one or two copies of each now existed, protected behind locks in the strongholds man had built to keep out the monsters.
The monsters who ate books, devoured them for the thrills in the words within. And Ambre had stumbled across a great book…
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