The Jazz of Free Will
The Jazz of Free WillPART ONE: THE PERFECT PRISONThe first thing Rose noticed about Aurelia was that it was perfect. Not beautiful—perfect. Every street was straight. Every house was the same height. There was no litter, no graffiti, no children crying in the streets, no old men arguing on corners. There was also no music, except for the metronome-precise chiming of the central clock tower,...
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