Chapter 10 · free to read
Day eight, ten in the morning. Eleven seats, one motion, and a room built to be seen in.
He had one page that would clear him and it named his own family. He had decided at four in the morning not to use it.
Everyone in the room knew what was in it. Two people in the room knew the number.
Six to four to dissolve. And one abstention, from a seat nobody had bothered to court, which deadlocked the motion and saved the venture by a single hand.
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