Chapter 13 · free to read
Astravelle's case would not be heard for eleven days. Kaito refused to spend them waiting.
The familiar read Rift-law aloud the way a translator reads a treaty — a half-second ahead of the room.
The blight had been legal for two hundred years. It had stopped being legal ninety years ago, and nobody had ever said so out loud.
The junior tribunal did not care who was right. It cared who was entitled to speak.
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