How can there be nothing, not an ink dot, on the world before the Ending Fire? Those who founded the empire survived, so why didn’t they document the world that once was? Anoor was stricken that she had never had these thoughts before. She prided herself on her curious nature, something she’d learned from her years reading Inquisitor Abena’s tales. But this ignorance was gargantuan, a gaping hole of nothingness in her knowledge.
