“Is that—?” Mikelos broke away from the group and approached the nearest dilapidated building. “Yeah, it’s the bakery.”
“But it’s too close,” Victory said. “Where did the school’s front yard go?” There should have been the shadowlands equivalent of a rolling expanse of greenery, leading down a long front drive to the main avenue. Instead, Mikelos stood yards away, poking his boot through the pile of bricks that remained of the bakery’s old-fashioned oven.
“This is weird.” Syri spun in a slow circle. “It’s been a few years, and my sense of time is f****d up, but this is not the way Limani is supposed to look.”
The girl was right. With Asaron at Victory’s back, she passed Mikelos and the bakery and stepped onto the avenue. The pavement was cracked and warped beneath their feet.
“Shouldn’
