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There were meetings, and then there were meetings, Cat thought as he strode through the Council Gardens. There were chance encounters, there were those moments he’d inserted himself in situations with the intent of catching a few words with someone. There were those almost pleasant arranged moments in various locations, like benches beside rivers. And then there were formal requests to attend a specified room in the fourth building’s lower levels.
It was always the fourth building. While each Dome prided itself on its achievements—the artists, the fine speakers, the sporting heroes—so much was interchangeable. Every Council occupied four buildings around a stylish plaza, set in lush gardens, and the fourth—and furthest building from the garden’s entrance—was the one re
