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... her, paperwork is the quarry stone: heavy, dull, unavoidable. By late‐morning the throne room resembled a siege camp laid with parchment fortifications. Auditors hauled ledgers as if they were ballistae, ink pots bristled like arrow quivers, and murmured figures drifted through the air in ominous clouds ("seven percent export levy," "fourteenth sub-tariff repeal," "cost of sugar glaze per capita").
I, Elyzara‐who-would‐be-peacemaker, sat at the long council table armed with nothing but a ...
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