[SERA — POV]
The week after everything, Veyrath rained.
Not dramatically. Not the kind of rain that feels like punctuation. Just the ordinary mid-autumn rain that the city got every year at this time, gray and persistent, pooling in the cracks of the cobblestones, making the Ash Market smell like wet stone and old wood and whatever was being cooked in the stall nearest the tram station.
She ran her morning patrol in it.
She ran it alone because Mira had been reassigned to the formal investigation unit, which was either an honor or a strategic removal from Sera's orbit depending on how you read it, and Sera had decided not to read it either way and just run. She ran the east corridor and the river path and the section of the border district that overlooked the Noctis quarter's rooftops,
