The notice arrives sealed in white.
Not red.
Not black.
Not urgent enough to look like a threat.
Which is how Zane knows it is one.
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Jason reads it twice, then a third time, as if the words might rearrange themselves into something less dangerous if given enough chances.
“They’re calling it an oversight visit,” he says finally.
Zane doesn’t look up from where he’s sitting on the steps of the inner hall, the heir half-asleep against his chest, warm and heavy in that way that only comes when a child feels entirely safe.
“Oversight of what,” Zane asks.
Jason exhales through his nose.
“Us,” he says.
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The Ledger Courts do not announce the visit publicly.
They do not want witnesses yet.
Instead, they send notices to surrounding regions first.
Central Oversight Delegation to rev
