“For every choice, there is an echo. With each act, we change the world. One man chose a city, free of law and God. But others chose corruption. And so the city fell. If the world were reborn in your image, would it be paradise, or perdition?”
The Great Chain Rattles (Level Atlantic Express)
Transcript: I am told that the people grow tense and isolated in the absence of the sun. Now… they clamor for a psychiatrist. Do they miss the state censor, I wonder? Wartime seizure of private assets? Or the Cheka police, vanishing them in the night? Regardless, this Lamb woman is said to be the foremost practitioner in her “field.” Fine. If she can quiet the rattling of thegreat chain’s weakest links… I will leave her to it.
Location: On a desk in the office room of Workshop 6A.
