6: Ryann
Ryann
They called it the Cornerstone, although Ryann’s research told her it was officially the Levane Spiros Building, after one of the Council’s leading figures in the last century. She’d been an imposing figure—if the stories could be believed—and the building was a suitable memorial, with its double-height entry level, the polished stone steps that led to the array of unfolding doors, and the down- and up-lights that cast shadows as integral parts of the edifice, even in daylight.
Inside, it was no less intimidating, with the expensive tiling and the hard walls reflecting and compounding the sombre atmosphere. There was an air of formality in the way all the staff wore their clothes—not strict uniforms, but only the finest shirts and jackets, the smartest trousers and
