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City of Pawns


R doesn’t dream—she executes. As a first-class Retriever in a city that survives on drugs and the illusion of order, her job is simple: follow protocol, secure convictions, keep chaos outside the walls. But a detainee’s last words, crack the armor she’s worn her whole career.


When R crosses paths with another enforcer, duty begins to blur into doubt. Leads pull R beyond her comfort zone into a world that still breathes without permission, and to a locked room where a single act of mercy sets a quiet revolution in motion.


As explosions rattle the skyline and whispers of a hidden resistance grow louder, R must decide whether to remain a piece in someone else’s game—or change the rules.


City of Pawns is a lean, propulsive dystopian about loyalty, conscience, and the courage it takes to step off the line. Perfect for fans of Fahrenheit 451, Nineteen Eighty-Four, and The Matrix, it pairs high-stakes action with a journey of awakening.

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