flames, I spotted an opening to the starry night beyond, and in that opening, a face. Bright blue-grey eyes. “Diem!” Luther. His voice sounded hoarse, almost panicked. So unlike the frosty calm I had come to expect. Like a candle snuffed into darkness, the last of my energy vanished. I sank to my knees with a painful, heavy thud. “Luther,” I croaked out. “I can’t...” “Stay there. Stay strong. I’m coming.” There was shouting. Shuffling feet. The groaning of shifting metal and wood. “I’m coming for you,” he shouted again.
