Flaming Dawn: An Interactive Story

Welcome, friends!

I've written an interactive short story called "Flaming Dawn" that ties into my upcoming novel Reign of Ashes. There are four different endings based on the choices you make throughout the story.

I hope you enjoy it, please let me know what you think in the comments! If you're interested in this kind of thing, I'd love to do more in the future.

You can check out the story at the link below, it should work on desktop or mobile. Once it opens, you can click where it says "Run Story."

Flaming Dawn by Matthew Maine (itch.io)

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