Chapter 46: The Shift in Power
The blinding glare of the xenon floodlights painted the frosty panes of the upper sitting room in brilliant, sharp geometry, cutting through the swirling gray gloom that had choked Genevieve Sterling’s vision for hours. She pressed her face closer to the glass, heedless of the freezing pane that burned the tip of her nose, her dilated eyes tracing the crisp edges of the light beams as they tore through seventy knot squalls. The realization washed through her mind like an icy torrent, sweeping away the last comforting lies she had whispered to herself in the dark.
The regional power grid was completely dead, crushed under miles of collapsed transmission towers and exploding substations, yet Alderwood Manor was operating with boundless, unyielding electrical
