A few moments later, a quick knock on the door announced the Magistrate. He personally ushered her to the limousine. “On our way to the Plauditorium,” the Magistrate said. “It’s early, but I want to get you on this morning’s city-wide broadcast.”
At least I’m going where Will may be. Oh, Will. She needed to get him to share her discovery. And she was feeling his absence like a withdrawal. She was dying to see him. Grabbing an opportunity would be difficult, but she would find a way. The Magistrate patted her knee. Her stomach turned over. Ugh.
The Plauditorium, as usual, was pulsing with life, despite the ungodly hour. But the hum of the monitors was strangely soothing, and Ember allowed the collective positive emotions of the room to saturate her. Plauditors were always cheerful.
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