I will find you, Laia. I will find a way. This is not our end. I scream it in my mind. But as soon as I get into the Waiting Place, the thought is dashed from my consciousness. The borders are bending—breaking. I go to reinforce them, but I am a cork in the face of a dam breaking. All things have a price, Elias Veturius. The jinn speak again, an inexorable truth in their voice. We warned you.
