Chapter Twenty-Seven
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ReunionsThe sun shivered, cold as my palm, shuddered, spluttered, stalled, then slowly slipped from the sky all its colour dripping away. Walter saw it too.
“Look sharp,” he said, offering one hand to Aurora and another to me. “We must descend.”
“Descend! Descend where?” My mind ran amok with confusion and betrayal. All I'd fought for was turned on its head, my world finally gone mad and me with it.
“Where it all began,” said Walter. “La Fenice.”
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He knew the way as though it imprinted on him all those lifetimes ago. Along a canal of sediment and silt, Walter raced at a pace both Aurora and I struggled to keep. The trudging, sludging, foot-sinking Merryweather was gone replaced by a man Aurora's equal and more. His movements were like the wind everywher
