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Hearing, arbitration, the even-handed words appealed to a part of Lysa that had grown up on stories—of lawgivers who could carve peace out of the marrow of disputes. But even as the words entered her mind, something else stirred: a memory of smoke smell in the throat, of ships burned to the waterline, of docks emptied overnight because a captain had refused to pay a claim and been set by other captains as an example. The Peacekeepers might bring peace, or they might bring a new set of rules that left little room for small merchants with sticky fingers.

And so New Iros continued: boats, barter, bargains struck beneath the shade of the old Hall of Ties, men and women doing the slow, careful labor that keeps cities from unravelling. Somewhere beyond the horizon, other houses plotted and plans shifted like whales in deep water. But for now, the harbor held its breath and let itself exhale—tentatively, defiantly, alive. Henteria Chronicles Ch. 3 - The Peacekeepers -U...

"This is a matter of law," Corren of the Silver Strand protested. "Documents and evidence must be handled within Coalition procedures." Hearing, arbitration, the even-handed words appealed to a