Chapter 226: The Weight of Three Days
At the same time—while Sophia stood before the ancient altar and Eldric traced dust over forgotten runes, while Tobias slipped through the noise and dim lanterns of the black market—Orion remained in the eastern wing of the compound, inside the room where the weather banners stirred against the draft.
Paula's department always smelled faintly of ozone, like air just before thunder. The blue-feathered ornaments hanging from the rafters clicked lightly with every tremor of wind that came through the shutters.
On the table before her, the map of Nirvana was unrolled—a terrain sheet covered with narrow valleys, faint ink lines, and circles drawn in charcoal that marked places where the pressure had dropped.
