The Hearing

In Lorn, questions begin where charges were expected. Josephine waits in a garden whose name does not fit it, then sits across a cold table from a man who does not give his name. Malak waits in a cell three doors down from one he does not know. Outside the walls, the city leans toward a feast that is not what it appears.

The garden was older than its name and indifferent to its name.