Chapter 11
I hear the golden leaves
As to the earth they fall –
Some say they fight their fate
And the bloody struggle turns them red –
I hear their cries as they leave the trees,
Not of anguish, not of pain –
They cry the moon in its passing
As the dust drifts by –
They cry their fatal acceptance
As they drift downward
To caress the earth.
— Annalise Phenix
[Dana]
I fumbled, trying to re-establish the link, hearing shooting in the distance.
Marie, what just happened?
Kevin must have cut the link.
Is he dead?
I don’t know!
Silence.
We both fought to reach him. Marie said, I think death should feel more final, somehow.
This feels like a wall, a steel wall.
The shooting stopped.
I looked up from my seat in the corner. Suki had stopped her pacing. She stared towards th
