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“Some secrets aren’t buried. They’re planted. And in the wrong hands, they can ignite the world.” The year is 1962. As the Cuban Missile Crisis pushes the world to the brink of nuclear annihilation, a nation grips itself with persistent dread. Fallout shelters appear on every corner, “duck and cover” drills echo in classrooms, and the constant threat of war hangs heavy.
For over a decade, the people of Djamara had known nothing but war. The Sons of the Phoenix had carved their dominion into the land with blood and fire, leaving no home untouched by grief. Once, the small African nation had been a land of poets and traders, where music drifted through market streets and children played in the shade of ancient olive trees. Now, the streets lay empty, laughter silenced, replaced by the echoes of marching boots and the crackle of gunfire.