The dissent hid inside the celebration the way a seed hid inside a fruit — enclosed by sweetness, invisible until you bit deep enough.
Ryn found it on the third night.
Glamhall's evening festivals were performances — stage-managed, choreographed, running on a schedule that the Revist priesthood maintained with clockwork precision. From sunset to midnight: six scheduled entertainments across the city's four main plazas, each drawing hundreds of attendees. Theater in the Grand Plaza. Music in the Harvest Square. Dance in the Moonlit Garden. And in the Artisan's Court — the smallest, least prominent plaza, tucked between a warehouse district and a residential quarter — a form of entertainment that Ryn had never seen before.
