Everything was still there. Everything was familiar. But the spatial logic of it was slightly off, and my body kept reaching for things that weren’t quite where they used to be.
Sura arrived at Aerie at first light.
She had a quality I’d noticed in the three sessions since Caleb brought her to me: the quality of a person who understood that time and space operated by different rules when you were doing this kind of work.
Conventional courtesy was for conventional arrivals.
She came in, set two cups of tea on the table without asking if I wanted any, and stood at the window looking out at the space below.
“How do you feel?” she said. Not a question. An assessment prompt.
“Calibrated.” I wrapped my hands around the tea. The warmth seeped into my palms, steady, no longer flickerin
