
by protodystopia
Justice is what Aizette Caldwell swore to believe in. The means to exact it, she doesn't have. Chaos isn't an emergency in Marina City, it's a climate. Power blooms rotten at the root and the very system feeds it. The politicians, the syndicates, the protectors, the predators, and all of their prey, all thrive under the same indifferent streetlight. Every citizen learns to live with monsters like they're weather. Her father spent his life chasing it for others. A year ago, it got him killed. Then comes Eidolon, an underground webapp where names are posted, marks are earned, and debts are paid in blood. With Writs to follow, rules to obey, and a ghost that remembers everything. How far is she willing to go to make her father's killer answer? Far enough to take allies as dangerous as the people she's hunting. She stopped waiting for the world to thaw. For winter is patient, but not merciful. In a city that only listens when it's burning, she'll become the frost that finally shatters it.
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