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“The Ladarian Centre will be fine,” Dusep intoned.
He was sitting in a conference room with hands clasped in his lap, a smug smile on his face as he looked out the window. “In fact,” he added. “I think it will make a splendid venue for the debate.”
Standing by the window with her back turned, Sarona Vason nodded. “Fine,” she muttered. “Then we are in agreement.”
Larani had been watching both of them as they hammered out the details of their final appearance before the election. Politicians back on Leyria were insisting that the Prime Council return home and complete her reelection campaign there. The Fringe was no longer a safe place, or so they insisted.
Larani herself had voiced similar objections, but the Prime Council had waved them away. She wouldn't say that she and Sarona Va
