Nine days later, my arm has healed to a thin silver line. The tribunal room has no Luna stone. I am grateful for that. It has tables, recorders, sealed evidence boxes, and too many chairs. Maeve sits beside Tessa because she claims someone has to stop Tessa fr

Six months later, there are twelve beds in Maeve's clinic. She complains that six would have been enough. All twelve are occupied.

"Temporary failure of planning," she says when I point this out.

"Of course."

"Do not sound pleased."

I am pleased. The Warden station did n