Three days felt both impossibly long and far too short, and Wren spent most of them oscillating between cautious hope and old, familiar dread, unable to fully trust that the path ahead had actually cleared as much as the council chamber's outcome suggested.She found Priscilla, unexpectedly, in the garden behind the residence hall on the second morning, sitting alone on a stone bench with her knees drawn up, an uncharacteristically unguarded posture for a woman Wren had only ever seen composed and calculating."I didn't mean to intrude," Wren said, pausing at the garden's entrance."You're not intruding." Priscilla glanced up, and something in her expression, tired but genuine, made Wren step closer rather than retreat. "I've been sitting here trying to decide what comes next for me, now that the future I spent years preparing for has evaporated."Wren settled onto the opposite end of the bench, careful to leave space between them. "Do you have any sense of what you want, now that it'
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