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Lodan sighed heavily and leaned back from the window he had been staring out of, clasping one hand to the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes, silently ordering his mind to stop spinning. The constant surging and pulsing of the teeming crowds in the courtyard below were too much for him. He slowed his breathing, concentrating on holding himself still, in one place, in one time.
‘You okay there, boss?’ Griggs stepped into the room and dropped another pile of papers on Lodan’s desk, his question rhetorical. ‘Another batch for you to approve. We’ve had to clear out most of the western edge to make more room. Got patrols pulling down the city walls on that side as we speak. It’s the older section, mostly rotting timbers anyway, shouldn’t be too much of a problem.’
‘Good,’ Lodan answe
