(Mirabel's POV)
Nobody spoke.
The figure on the shore waited.
Smiling.
Patient.
As though greeting late guests was an entirely ordinary occurrence.
Which, given everything we'd experienced recently, was disturbingly plausible.
The witness beyond the end remained motionless.
Trembling.
Watching the distant shoreline.
Watching the countless people gathered there.
Watching something it clearly recognized.
The city heartbeat had stopped.
Again.
The city was developing an alarming number of cardiac events.
Tomorrow had started keeping track.
The current count was twelve.
Nobody appreciated this.
Least of all the city.
The figure on the shore raised an eyebrow.
"Well?"
The voice carried effortlessly across eternity.
Warm.
Amused.
Familiar.
The witness took another step f
