The Complete Translation
“There’s knowledge past the garden.”
Hohenheim
I quickly made my way back to my seat. Once I was there, a figure emerged from a shadowy corner at the back of the room where, for the life of me, I couldn’t see a door. It was a man, tall, dressed in a charcoal suit. At first, I mistook his tie for black, but when the light caught it just right I could see it was in fact a deep burgundy. He moved with practiced grace, as if every step he took was choreographed, every gesture rehearsed until perfected.
And he was young. Younger than me, at least. In my mind’s eye I had pictured him in his mid-seventies, but this man was no older than forty, with only the slightest hints of gray at his temples.
Lauren Ellsworth fell in behind him like a patient shadow. Where the Ca
