The call came on a Wednesday afternoon. I was reviewing a draft when my phone buzzed on the desk. Elder Vane's name appeared on the screen. I picked it up, expecting a question about the project timeline."Seren," he said. "You have a visitor."I looked out the window, scanning the courtyard below. "Who is it?""Raven Ashford."I walked down the stairs slowly. He was standing in the front hall near the entrance. He looked thinner than I remembered, his face drawn in a way that told me he had not been sleeping well. His clothes were neat but his posture was wrong, slightly hunched."Thank you for seeing me," he said. "Elder Vane said you were busy. I told him I could wait.""You are here now. Come up."I led him to the meeting room on the second floor, the one Elder Vane used for official visitors. I did not want him in my space.He sat across from me at the table. His hands were clasped in front of him, fingers interlaced, knuckles pale."I came to tell you what happened," he said. "Ve
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