Shadows in the Corridor

KALLIRA

I had left the council hall earlier than the others. The air in the corridors of Ironhold was cooler here, untouched by the heated scrutiny of the elders and the suffocating tension of the trial that had just unfolded. My footsteps echoed across the gray stone floors, each tap of my shoes a lonely rhythm in the empty space. I needed quiet. I needed a moment to gather the shattered pieces