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Down on the iron-paved courtyard below Eadwig's room lay the shattered body of a young boy; this boy was the legal Guildmaster of Nottingham, that is, until moments prior.
The maintenance contractors of the Governor's Mansion quickly gathered around the corpse, their faces illuminated by the harsh gaslight.
Though they were aware that this boy was a mere figurehead for Director Ragnar, they could not calculate what market forces had led to his sudden plunge.
Quickly the Iron Guards formed a perimeter and began to secure the asset.
Ragnar, of course, was long out of sight; he had restructured the boy's contract by defenestrating him, and in doing so, kept his own ledger clean.
Not a single soul had seen the Iron Father in the window with Eadwig, and only his most heavily vetted shift supervisors knew that he had conducted a performance review during the hour of the boy's death.
