The Wistful Throne
The notice was pinned to the oak board in the scribe’s stall, its ink still wet and smelling of iron and tannin: By Order of the Flood Council, the boundary of the Lower Ward is hereby adjusted for the sake of the public good. Hannelore Seidel stood before the parchment, her fingers trembling not from cold but from the sheer, ugly weight of the lie, and she looked up to see Director Brandt...
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