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Do 30 dana za povrat
The city used to sell light. Now it leaks it - through rusted pipes and broken seams - while men like Mara learn to count breaths the way other people count coins. Somewhere under the last clean street, a tunnel still moves air, and every step toward it costs skin, time, and the kind of hope that gets you killed.
This is a story about what comes after debt stops being a number and becomes a body. In the bile-dark underlevels, someone is keeping ledgers with names and prices, and Mara is about to find out who gets paid and who gets buried - when the book's question finally snaps into place: what does Reparations mean when the world is starving and the bill is written in blood?
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