[Joule] Enemies

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A lot of consillia would have just asked me to leave as soon as I made my presence known, so I suppose it's a step up that they've at least let me in the doors, even if I've been so bound in magical compulsion that I can barely speak truths, let alone even think falsehoods. All the same, it's times like these when I start seriously considering the simple expedience of joining an order.

"She's clean," someone pronounces.

"Not enough. Toss her out with the trash."

I leave before I can say anything that will make paranoids into true enemies.