The Rebellion
A lot of people had died. And I don’t mean those murdered by the Red Dog g**g because of me.
Almost at once, protests rose in Diamond quadrant against their second Purge, this particular one instigated after discovering spies in the quadrant. Young toughs on either side, emboldened by the disorder, tried to cross the river and infiltrate. In the year since, many had died in the fighting, or if captured on our side, in the t*****e rooms Katie’s father Roy kept underneath Spadros Castle.
Our carriage passed a magnificent restaurant, the chandelier inside twinkling through plate glass windows. It reminded me of those glorious chandeliers inside the back hallways of the Ball-house on Market Center.
The situation for the most recently-held Grand Ball must have been perplexing.
