There stood, at the shifting center of the civic realm, an Arcane Castle. Not built of brick nor guarded by dragons, but assembled over centuries from scrolls, signatures, citations, side agreements, and well-worn forms. The walls were thick with custom, the halls perfumed with precedent. Inside, a court of curious royals ruled—not by sword, but by spreadsheet. There was the Princess of Procurement, whose jeweled seal could summon a fleet of copy machines or stall an empire for lack of a matc...