XIV
Miri took in the grandiose lobby of the Hall of Governance as she entered. She had her notebook tucked under her arm, a pencil lodged behind her ear, and she was trying to focus on the investigation and not what Dark had told her.
She had been to the Hall of Governance many times as a protester. The severe gray building imposed itself on her darkest dreams. It looked like it had been carved from a nightmare.
Once, a Governance representative invited her in to talk about magicological conservation. As a young woman she thought it would be the highlight of her career. But as they sat in his office and he leaned over his mahogany desk, listening intently, she began to tell him her point of view...and quickly realized that he wasn’t actually listening to anything she was saying. The nex
