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What We Were Worth

What We Were Worth

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Fikce
Sci-fi
Apokalyptické a dystopické
Společenská témata
Zneužívání a trauma
In a fractured, post-modern society where money has lost all value, the female body is the only currency that matters. At sixteen, every girl is summoned for The Evaluation-a cold, clinical inspection that determines her worth according to the regime's unforgiving beauty standards. A high rating grants access to the upper class and the illusion of safety. A low rating condemns her to trade her body for food, shelter, or survival. Faye, the second of three sisters, lives beneath the weight of this system-trapped in a loveless marriage and hiding a forbidden affair that could cost her everything. When tragedy shatters the fragile balance of her world, Faye is faced with a choice: surrender to the world that owns her, or risk everything to destroy it.
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Připoj se k největší komunitě vypravěčůZískej personalizovaná doporučení příběhů, ukládej si oblíbené do své knihovny a komentováním i hlasováním buduj komunitu.
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