They noticed the shift immediately.
Not because the council moved—but because it moved poorly.
In a coastal city far beyond the capital’s influence, a woman paused mid-conversation as a courier finished delivering a coded report. She did not ask questions. She did not reread it.
She burned it.
“That was faster than expected,” she said calmly.
Across the table, a man with silver-threaded gloves leaned back. “They touched a protected proximity.”
“Yes.”
“They always do,” he replied. “Eventually.”
She turned her gaze toward the window, where the sea lay flat and deceptive. “The subject hasn’t retaliated.”
“Not publicly.”
“Not privately either,” she corrected. “Which is worse.”
Silence followed.
“Recalculate,” she said at last.
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