She was quite old, but still considered an attractive Elder Matron. Over the years, she had put on weight, so that she sat heavily now in her carved throne chair. Her tiara sat perched on the silvery coils of her hair. Her azure eyes shown with excitement as she looked out over her subjects. There wasn’t a Matron in Community who didn’t worship her. Every one of them wished they had her wisdom and grace.
Two young males and one young female stood at the front of the stage. They were the opening, the prelude to Resolution Day proceedings. The three of them were completely naked with their arms crossed and bound behind them. A pair of Deputies flanked them.
Torch posts at the corners of the stage and a row of luminaries across the front of the stage bathed the malefactors in a coppery-go
