Chapter Twelve
I didn't sleep much that night, or the next. The party had given me a wealth of thread mappings to sort out. The drug dealers, Antoine and his cronies, influenced the neighborhood's Fate going back a long way. They had a strong influence on Amir's Fate going forward. Theirs were only a few of the hundred or so threads that I traced individually. I had to check each one for intersections with my suspect threads. I found quite a few.
The connections were weak, distant. Too distant to lead me to the rogue sorcerer.
But as these connections multiplied, they coalesced into a larger picture, a broader scope that encompassed the curse, the neighborhood, the people. In this larger scope, there were a handful of threads that seemed to wield influence over all of it, but at a dista
