‘This is fresh.’ Snorri drew a long breath through his nose. ‘You can smell the char.’ ‘And the rot.’ I regretted sniffing so deeply. ‘Let’s find another path.’ Snorri shook his head. ‘You think any path is safe? Whatever happened here has passed.’ He pointed to a faint haze ahead, indistinct trails of smoke rising to join it. ‘The fires have all but burned out. You’ll find more peace in ruins than in any other place. The rest is all waiting to be ruins. Here it’s already happened.’
