Chapter 89: A Power Play at the Table, Misty Greaves's Dilemma

At nine in the morning, plane-tree leaves carpeted the streets of the Mount Balance-Revival District. Crystal Smut walked into Hidden Edge Building with a folder tucked under her arm. The construction crew had already started work. Dust sheets covered the first-floor lobby. Several boxes of tea ware samples sat stacked against the wall, each marked with a handwritten label. Sky‑Veil Kiln. White porcelain. Glass cold-brew pitchers. Crystal hugged the folder to her chest and paused at the entrance...