Light in a dark room. Set there to distract . . . That was what the dais up above had been. The Bands had never been there. The people who had built the place left the broken glass, the empty rack, the dais and the pedestal—all as a ruse. But they’d made a mistake. The glass box they’d broken had been too large to fit on the pedestal. Candle in a dark room . . . Wax thought. That meant the Bands were somewhere else.
