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WHILE WALKING around the block to the council buildings, she had a thought so obvious that she hit herself in the head for not having thought of it before.
She worked in a library. Libraries held information. The stupid mess that passed for the records and accounts of the Mirani army was only part of the library’s holdings. While walking through other parts of the hall, she had spied sections with beautiful maps and old books. There were also new books that contained all the transcriptions of council meetings. Sure, somewhere in the library there would be information about this group of people, zhadya-born or Aghyrians, whatever they called themselves, why they were here, and what they stood for. If she knew what they wanted maybe she could hand the brothers information that might bac
