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Chapter 30 — Aftermath

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The chamber had emptied twenty minutes ago, but the silence still rang in Aurelia's ears like the aftershock of a gunshot. She hadn't moved from her seat at the petitioner's table. Her hands were flat on the worn oak surface, palms down, fingers spread — an anchor she'd taught herself during the homeless months. *You are here. You are real. The floor exists beneath you.*

"Ms. Chen."

She looked up. Elder Mariko stood in the doorway, wrapped in a simple gray kimono, her white hair loose around he
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