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“I think you had better tell me everything, Larani.”
Cradling a warm cup of tea in two hands, Larani felt steam waft up to wash over her face. She breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of mint. “For starters, Dusep was less than honest in his press conference.”
With the onset of early evening, Sarona Vason's office was lit by small lamps on small tables in two corners. Lamps that cast warm golden light on the many bookshelves along the white walls. The furniture here was archaic – except for the desk, of course – but this office had existed for centuries, and the traditionalists worked to ensure that it remained in its current form.
The Prime Council sat patiently in a large blue chair, folding her hands in her lap and smiling as she waited for Larani to finish her thought. Seeing the
