Glen J. Baker — Let the Hunt BeginThe council chamber was dead silent when I walked in. Every step I took echoed in the tense stillness, accompanied by wary, suspicious glances. They could sense something was off. It hung in the air—like the scent of final decisions. Of blood, maybe.My eyes scanned the room, noting who had shown up. Most had come, despite the abrupt summons. A few seats remained empty—not surprising. Cowards always hesitate at the last minute.I made my way to the head of the long, dark oak table—my seat. I sat without a word, taking in every face before me. Old men. Some I’d known since my youth. Others were younger, still unaware of how far I was willing to go.Silence lingered for several heavy seconds, broken only by a light knock at the door. One of the guards stepped in briskly, carrying a stack of papers and sealed scrolls.“Correspondence, sir,” he said, handing them to me with both hands.I took them and began sorting through the pile, only half-focused. Mo
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