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While the dystopian novel is still a scratch being itched in the literary world, Neal Shusterman's "Arc of a Scythe" series...

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Miranda wasn't speaking to her mother, she was sure of that. Shut the door. Lock it, and stuff a blanket at the bottom so her mom...