The boundary did not look like a boundary.
There was no visible line where the convergence ended and something else began. No sudden shift in light, no measurable change in air density, no alteration in pressure or sound that would register as difference to anything but the most sensitive instrumentation.
The trees continued. The ground held. The world, from a distance of three steps or three hundred miles, presented itself as continuous.
Idris Venn stood at the northern edge of the mapped junction and read the instruments for the fourth time.
The readings had not changed.
Which was okay, but it also meant that nothing was changing, so something was off or incomplete, he could feel something.
He adjusted the receiver by half a degree. Waited. Watched the display stabilize.
Four str
