They say home is where the heart resides, where the roots dig deep and the soul finds comfort. If that's the case, then Harmony City is my home, my heart, my roots, my soul. My bloodline has lived and died in this city's belly, a city as ironic as its name, steeped in crime and chaos, a God-forsaken cesspool of human struggle that has been anything but harmonious for generations.Growing up here wasn't easy, the second of four siblings, I witnessed my mother, a pillar of strength and sorrow, toil day and night as a domestic worker for the city's aristocracy. She worked with the strength of an elephant and was compensated like a mosquito. We were poor, and in those days, you were either living amidst the glitz and glamour of the rich, or you were barely surviving, choked by the dust and grime of poverty. The middle class? A mythical concept, a cruel joke in this city.Harmony City was a chessboard, and we were the pawns. The government had designed the game to keep the rich in a perpetu
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