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Chapter Ninety-Six: The Council Meets

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Lucian’s POV

Friday morning.

The council meets at nine.

I have been in the study since five-thirty, which is where I go when I cannot sleep and have stopped pretending that not sleeping is a problem. Selene came down at six and made coffee and sat in her chair and we worked in the parallel quiet of the study for ninety minutes before she went to prepare for the meeting and I stayed to finish reading the last of the testimony submissions Crane’s office has been forwarding.

The submissions are th
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