THE SENTENCE IS ABOUT HOW THE FATE OF MANY RESTS ON THE DECISION OF ONE PERSON A DECISION THAT MIGHT TEAR A CITY INTO TWO.\n\nA century after the revolution, in a time when the tattered fabric of Peruma is stretched taut, and the frayed, delicate concord that persists merely underscores the tenuous relations between the two halves of the city, Nila is approached by the granddaughter of a murderer—and asked to clear his name.\n\nThis is no ordinary murderer, though. The figure of Jagat casts a long, deep shadow over Peruma, revered and hated as he is by citizens of Peruma. Accused and sentenced to a hundred years of cryogenic sleep for the assassination of Director Purul, with his absolute silence following the events accepted by the people as a tacit confession, there has never been a sliver of doubt of his guilt … at least, not until now.\n\nTo clear the name of such an assassin and a martyr on the eve of another possible revolution is to court pandemonium. But Nila enjoys a challenge. After all, the price of justice can never be too steep. And she intends to ensure that it is paid in full.