The bridge opened at dawn on the seventh day.
Not because dawn was symbolically appropriate, though it was. Because the anchor calibration required a specific quality of light that only occurred at dawn in Duskmere, when the violet horizon edge was at its most intense and the silver forest light was exactly the frequency that the In Between’s membrane conducted best. Thessaly had been very precise about this.
Senna had agreed with unusual speed, which meant it was genuinely correct.
The lower library had been prepared. Seats had been brought in, which felt somehow both formal and absurd given what we were doing. The Vael Council’s four representatives were present. Maren Doss. Oryn. Kael, standing against the bookshelf in the back with his arms crossed and the expression of someone who
