Chapter Twelve
Brätan Gok
The ancient desk clerk waved his finger toward the back of the foyer. Duvät moved off obediently. Time passed. He tried not to fidget. Eventually, the tack, tack, tack of footsteps announced a sallow usher in dark robes come to lead him into the bowels of the Fifth Sector Urban Drainage and Waste Disposal building. He followed silently through corridors lined with anonymous doors. Behind each one, he assumed, was a diligent Gok organizing whatever there was to organize about sewage and rubbish.
At the end of the passage was a slightly larger entrance.
“Wait here,” the attendant said shortly.
With a tight swish of fabric, she turned and left him.
As her footfalls receded, Duvät studied the wood grain on the paneled door. Should he wait for it to open, or try
