The test the next morning wasn't just a series of questions anymore; it was a map of the world he had just visited.
The Arbiter smiled, handed Maksim a golden pen, and everything dissolved. The test the next morning wasn't just a
The text was a blur of "jurisdiction," "appeals," and "presumption of innocence." Rubbing his eyes, Maksim drifted off, his head resting on the cold glossy page. handed Maksim a golden pen
Suddenly, he wasn't in his bedroom. He was standing in a massive, sun-drenched atrium. Before him stood three towering doors. Maksim drifted off