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When Jena stepped into Larani Tal's office, she found the lights dimmed. Somehow, she had the distinct impression that something had gone very wrong. The e-mail that had summoned her here was as vague as a politician's promise, but Larani was not the kind of woman to indulge in such word games without good reason.
The new head of the Justice Keepers sat in a big comfy chair with a tablet held up in front of her face. “Thank you for coming,” she said softly. “I did not want to discuss this over e-mail, but we have a problem.”
“So I gathered.”
Larani stood up with a grunt, scrubbing a hand over her face to brush dark hair out of her eyes. “Keli Armana has escaped,” she said, turning around. “Somehow, she was able to overpower the Keeper I assigned to guard her.”
Crossing her arms wit
