The tribunal doors opened before the first clerk called her name.Lorelai entered in Veyr blue, not because the color could protect her, but because she had chosen what the room would see first. Karl stood with the Veyr delegation below the magistrates’ bench. He did not reach for her. His hand rested on the rail, open beside it.She crossed to him. Their fingers touched once in the narrow space between the rail and her evidence table.“You can still ask me to leave,” he said.“No.” Lorelai set the folded page beside the ledger. “You can stand where I put you.”Karl’s thumb moved across the side of her finger, brief and deliberate. Then he stepped back when she turned toward the court.The altered page lay under clear witness glass. Its clean ink had always been the wrong kind of proof. The chronology beside it had been copied from the travel register. Eve’s statements sat beneath both, s
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