Assuming that he referred to the overwhelming breadth of the Lost and Found, Boreas said, “I’ve spent my fair share of hours crossing my eyes at this wall.” “You’ve lost someone?” “My sister, Voleta.” “How long ago?” “Two years and a month.” “Oh, my word.” Senlin felt faint. His knees gave without warning, and he dropped into an awkward crouch with his back to the Tower. “What about the local authorities, the magistrates? Who polices the bazaar?” “There are a few roaming constables. You’ll occasionally see a man in a khaki uniform. But half of the time they aren’t really officials of any kind.
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