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I presented the invitation to the doorkeeper, an invitation from James August Thompson, Representative of the North Ciprias district. On the invitation was the Ciprias City seal and inside, a hand-written note asking me to attend this session of the legislature. The last time I'd seen him was when we'd reviewed my financial portfolio.
The doorkeeper began to wave me through, until she looked at my face. “Lady Allison.”
I felt a bitter satisfaction when I heard those words—that vestige of my former life, brought to my attention whenever I went into public. “Thank you, but not anymore.”
The doorkeeper nodded and frowned. “Uh, forgive me, but…”
“You can't let me in,” I finished for her, my voice gentle.
She nodded, afraid to look at me.
“Labgrown aren't allowed in the Legislature.”
