Shiqi Stav stood by the window of the large pack house and looked out in silence. Outside, the morning was dull and heavy. It was gloomy in the same quiet way it had been all those years ago. Nothing about it stood out. Nothing felt different despita the passage of a hundred years.
Even now, servants hurried through the courtyard and corridors, calling out to one another, trying to organise everything before the day truly began, just as they had at the time.
Time had passed, yet the scene before her felt unchanged. Familiar. Almost mocking her in its sameness.
And just like in the past, she found herself caught in a dilemma.
