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Once again, Rodin walked.
At one point he entered a cafe, the aromas churning his stomach so hard he was tempted to leave. But the screens on the wall showed Leopold, a talking-head shot. The volume was muted, but a transcription ran along the bottom of the image.
Rodin read, and it confirmed what that i***t had said outside the fancy restaurant. Leopold wanted to make a deal with Authority.
That wasn’t the way the Councillor worded it, of course. He spoke of discourse and compromise, said that words were more powerful than weapons. A few customers in the cafe raised their glasses as Leopold said how he disagreed with the direction the Council, under the new Head, were taking.
He was their hero. He’d survived the districts, and now he’d returned to save the Dome.
Rodin lef
