Finn watched Sienna fade, marveling at the magic of Mapwalking.
"Let's go, lover boy," Mila snapped as she darted out of the map shop into the rain. Finn headed after her, and as he emerged into the night, he couldn't help but stare at the buildings around him. His home in Old Aleppo was broken and crumbling, a shade of its former glory, but this city was intact, its buildings commanding the eye with beautiful stone facades. Flowers bloomed in window boxes, and as they passed a shop on the end, Finn gaped to see paintings of the ocean and sculptures of birds. This was a place where people made art, a city of life, not death, and he desperately wanted more of it. Could the Borderlands ever be like this?
A woman screamed and ran past the end of the road. A huge grey wolf loped behind, barr
