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Haven City

Judiciary Center


This had probably not been a good idea, Trader Isfelm reflected, as she took the lifter to the fourth floor.

On the other hand, having decided to preserve Ember’s honor, like the starry fool she was, that beside having taken a strong and everlasting dislike to Jorey kezlBlythe over the course of a five-minute comm conversation, what remained to her was planetary law, Zatorvia xinRood having been a fully Civilized citizen of Colemeno.

It had taken her some time with the directories to find the right office, and then some back-and-forth with various of the denizens, until it was decided, by the fourth paper pilot, that it would be best if she came in person, with documentation, and the amount to be refunded.

So, here she was, in full trade dress, case in hand, pledged to meet a paper pilot who was going to probably charge her a fee to give the determination that the refund belonged to Jorey kezlBlythe.

You’re a fool, Chudi Isfelm, she told herself, as she came up to a door bearing the legend, DEATH DUTY, INHERITANCE, AND POST MORTEM PAYMENTS.

She did consider turning on her heel and walking away. The money could be set against ship’s ops.

Only—even standing in this strange hall, facing a sign that fair shouted wasted time and fees levied—it didn’t sit right with her. Zatorvia had two children, as she’d learned from rummaging around in various public databases. The passage fee was considerable. Happen the kids could put it to good use.

“Right, then,” she said, and pushed the door open.


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