The week after Sera's first visit, the compound settles into what I am beginning to understand is its permanent rhythm.
Not the acute rhythm, not the rhythm of operations under pressure, of proceedings and filings and proceedings and Washington and Geneva and dark highways and burned buildings and everything that filled the seven weeks between a fake name and twenty chairs. The other rhythm. The one underneath everything else, the one that was always there in the crew rotation and the kitchen and the training ground and Reth's coffee and Marcus's newspaper, the rhythm of a place that was built to hold and is holding.
Gregor starts his role Monday.
He comes to the operations room at eight with a folder actual paper, organized, the specific old world thoroughness of a man who learned to d
