Chapter 21: Reunion
I’ve been here before. That might be why I notice more details the second time around.
Or it might be the way I’m doing anything I can to avoid looking to the front of the room.
Heavy timber holds up the roof and lines the walls. Much of it is carved and painted in stylized patterns that shift from angular and sparse to whorled and intricate to smooth and heavy and back again as they wrap around the room. Woven and stitched hangings show still more varied designs.
I squint to compare the lean figures of a woven hanging with the blocky carvings behind it. Why do they work so well together when they should clash horribly? And why am I acting like a crazy person, staring into the shadows?
“You’re not listening. I don’t care what he said,” Cadence insists, annoyed. “Ra
