The Concrete Sun

The Concrete Sun

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In a dystopian wasteland Cathi tries to survive under the regime of the Nation. Living in a concrete city where your whole life is decided for by the Nation everything is laid out for her; who she is going to marry, what work she is going to do and that she and her partner need to have as many children as possible, only to be taken away by the Nation. Cathi's only uncertainty is how long she is going to live once the Nation finds out about the secret she and her partner have been hiding.
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