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Located down the street from the Hall of Council, the Supreme Court of Leyria was a majestic building with stone pillars that supported an overhanging roof above the front entrance. The east and west wings both stood two stories high with a line of rectangular windows on each floor.
Anna climbed the steps with grim determination on her face. “You can do this.” She passed between two pillars and let out a breath.
The heavy, wooden door opened, and a man in a Leyrian suit – blue jacket and white, high-collared shirt – stepped out, nearly bumping into her. He looked up from his multi-tool just long enough to note her presence and hurried on his way
“Glorious,” Anna muttered.
She had made it a point to get – what was that charming phrase Jack used? – all gussied up. Black skirt, maroon
