Chapter 32
The view from Rivulet Hill was stunning, from the ruins of the Firmament Foundation building and the crouching charred figure, smoking rising from its frozen from, to the blood and ruin that ran across the shore of the Bight of Gloriana and the vast ocean beyond.
He whistled, soft and low, while drawing out the thin shape of the phone from the folds of his trench coat. He dialled the one number recorded within, and then waited, a long moment in which the sound echoed in his ear, drawn out over seconds, until a minute later, there was a click, and the sound of somewhere far away.
“Hello there,” he said, his lips easing into a smile, “I just thought you should know that it looks like the Firmament Foundation might be shopping around for new owners pretty soon.”
He smiled, feel
