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9. The Rules Here Are Different

The judge’s chambers smelled like old paper and stronger coffee.

Judge Margaret Halloway didn’t offer Elijah a seat—she just pointed to one.

“Sit.”

He sat.

“You’ve been gone a long time,” she said.

“Ten years.”

She leaned back in her chair, studying him like he was a puzzle missing too many...