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There were times it still struck Lucy as surreal, sitting in the Council office, knowing she'd somehow managed to get herself elected when a few short years earlier, she'd been arriving in the midst of a riot. The term was coming to an end now, and frankly, she wasn't sure if she intended to run again, but even now, there was something pleasantly novel about it, even when there wasn't much to do. She wished there were more, of course, but such was the nature of this place; even when a lot went wrong, there was little that anyone could do about it, including those who were the closest thing to government officials that the island had.
For now, she was sifting through paperwork, a mug of coffee on the desk in front of her, when she heard someone come in and lifted her head. "Can I help you?" she asked, light, instinctive. Around here, there was no telling what it could be about.
For now, she was sifting through paperwork, a mug of coffee on the desk in front of her, when she heard someone come in and lifted her head. "Can I help you?" she asked, light, instinctive. Around here, there was no telling what it could be about.