The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

Chapter One Order is a form of hygiene. It keeps the rot from spreading, or so the Guild insisted in its circulars, printed on cheap, gray paper that smelled of damp cellar. Lyuba Lebedev, thirty-two years old and rigid as the iron gate of the checkpoint, knew this better than anyone. She was the enforcer, the woman who walked the tea-colored streets of Ozerki with a clipboard and a cold eye,...

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