XXXIV“Which way?” said Finn.
It was fully dark outside. Despite the Directory's high walls, a cold wind, sharp as metal, cut into Finn's cheeks. He spun slowly around, trying to orientate himself, the cowl over his face blinkering his vision.
That late in the evening everything was quiet, although one or two figures still hurried to and fro, heads down, arms crossed inside their cloaks for warmth.
“Come on,” said Diane.
They skirted the wall of the Sanatorium and set off across an open space, paved with a swirling pattern of cobble stones. Finn glanced up and backwards at the spire to orientate himself. He tried not to appear too conspicuous. If anyone saw them their cloaks would protect them, but they had to be careful.
“There. Let's go that way,” he said.
He'd seen what he was look
