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Chapter 104: The Seat

Author: Kai
last update publish date: 2026-08-30 02:26:19

POV: Riley

Gordon's suspension was announced on a Tuesday.

Not with fanfare. Institutional suspensions rarely arrived with fanfare. They arrived the way most significant things arrived in university administration, as a brief email from the interim coordinator, three sentences, matter-of-fact language, effective immediately, systems access revoked, investigation ongoing. I read it in the dining hall over breakfast and felt something I did not immediately have a name for.

Not satisfaction. Satis
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