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Chapter 125: Bottom of The Steps

Author: Kai
last update publish date: 2026-09-24 05:51:39

POV: Riley

The board adjourned at four-forty-seven.

I knew the exact time because the facilitator announced it with the precision of institutional proceedings, the specific language of conclusion that was also a beginning: the board would deliberate and issue formal findings within three to four weeks. All parties would be notified. The record was closed to new submissions effective immediately.

The record was closed.

I sat in my student representative chair at the side of the room and let that
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