The woman led her through Ironwake for what felt like a long time.
Sanna paid attention. She had told herself she would pay attention. She was paying attention, cataloguing every corridor and stairway, the light, the sound of the city through the iron walls. It was the only useful thing she could do. She needed something useful or the fear was going to get back in. The corridors were dark and functional. Iron walls, riveted seams, the constant low vibration of the engines somewhere below. Nothing decorative. Nothing that acknowledged the existence of aesthetics. The people they passed looked at her. Some looked away. Some didn't. She kept her chin up and her pace steady and noted everything.
The room she was brought to was larger than she expected. Considerably larger. After the cabin on
