The Keepers of the Cannery had split, crystallized into factions, and then shattered apart. The Keepers too young to be privy to backdoor negotiations. The Keepers too old to miss the politicking of Sanda’s welcoming party. And the Keepers here, the real players. The Protectorate members and the movers thereof. Thin in number, powerful in consequence. A family knit of distrust and petty thrusts. Divided. And divided, they would fall.
