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Chapter 68: The Appeal

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"A council seat is not a pass to walk onto my field, Madam."

Judge Pryce said it flatly. She stood with the scroll in both hands and the whole frozen field behind her, three hundred students gone silent in the stands.

"It is not a pass," Ilsa Ashveil agreed. "It is a sponsorship. I believe the law provides for one."

"The law provides for a sitting member of a founding council."

"I have sat for twenty-two years."

"You have been absent for five."

"A seat does not lapse because its holder travels.
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