He smiled like a man relieved to be asked an impossible question. "We don't know. We're trying to figure it out."
One evening a slim envelope appeared under Lena's door. Inside was a page from the atlas, written in the same elegant, indifferent hand: "Update stable. Node: Calder’s Reach. Acknowledged." There was no signature, no flourish—only the quiet of a report. Lena placed the page in the ledger and closed the shop. graias com updated
"You know what it is?" Lena asked.