She tried to make out where she was using the towers of the city to orient herself. The bridge was on the far side from her, but the tenement was nearby.
She’d hide there first, and then make a plan. She leaned against the wall, trying to keep from putting weight on her left leg. Even dragging it was agony.
She reached the tenement building and crawled up the steps, but it was only as she reached the landing that she remembered that door had a resonance lock. She couldn’t get inside.
She crawled over and pressed her hand against it anyway, as if her resonance were a well and there were some final drops she could plumb, even though she knew burnout often took days to come back from.
She sat back, cursing herself for being so accustomed to the routine to be this careless. Her head was sw
