Chapter 723: The Face She Found
The next morning came too fast.
Sophia sat behind a wooden table in the square, her hair pulled up in a tight bun. The cold air bit at her cheeks, but she barely noticed. Her focus was on the stack of parchment before her, the ink pot at her elbow, and the long line of people stretching across the square.
Beside her sat another recorder—a young woman with quick hands and a quiet voice. Normally there would have been more people taking names, but this wasn't a normal census. The council had decided that only two recorders were needed for what they were really doing.
Orion had gone to inform Olga and the others to work with Madam Tyler on her hair, while Sophia handled the census.
The square was organized into two lines. Ronan stood at the corner, his arms crossed, his eyes scanning the crowd. Guards were stationed at intervals, keeping the lines moving, making sure no one pushed or lingered too long.
