The meeting happened in the clinic.
Not because it was the obvious location — because it was the right one. Sorel had been here yesterday. She had felt the Domain. She had seen the clinic queue and the school and the oversight board and the work that was running. Bringing the meeting here rather than to a neutral location was Voss's suggestion and Sorel had accepted it immediately because she understood what it meant.
The agreement was being built on the foundation of what was actually happening.
Not on institutional promises. On demonstrated reality.
Six people at the clinic table.
Sorel — acting Grand Inquisitor, Level 44, twenty years of Church administration, one night of careful decision-making and three pages of honest answer.
Voss — Level 61, former Grand Inquisitor, twenty-nine years of maintained wrong things being redirected toward something useful.
