Chapter 7
- Xander Jade
- 6 days ago
- 5 min read
The cooperative hall looked like someone had tried to build a shrine to paperwork with driftwood and bad decisions. The whole place was squat, dug halfway into the bluff, with a low ceiling that forced the tall or the careless to duck the doorframe or risk a fresh scalp wound. The morning damp had already crept inside, slicking the floor and frosting the windows with a haze that diffused the anemic light. It didn’t help the interior much: everything inside was the color of old bone, from the battered benches along the wall to the flat slab of a table that ran the room’s length.
