Lincoln's POV:
There is no solemnity and circumstance for the coming day.
Nothing signaled the transition of night into day.
I didn't experience any of the typical symptoms, such as the sudden pressure in my chest.
I also did not instinctively grab the Chrono-Forge, ready for an impact that never happened.
The sunlit stone of the district received light gradually—like it had all the time in the world. The light was gentle. It did not brighten or change; it just came, giving warmth to the stone one inch at a time.
This time, the world was not in a hurry to earn any attention.
I was up before the others, not because of a lurking danger, but just because my body decided it had enough rest.
That, in itself, was very strange.
The Forge was right next to me, where I had placed it, still
