Darion's POVThe plan was simple. Simple plans were the ones that worked.That was what Silas said, anyway. Standing over a rough map he had sketched on the back of a torn piece of canvas, pointing at the eastern ridge with two fingers like a man who had run operations like this before. Calm and precise and completely certain in a way that I should have questioned more than I did.I told myself I was thinking clearly.I was not thinking clearly. I was thinking like a man who had spent four nights beside a creek watching a bond go thin and I was confusing desperation for strategy."Kieran walks that ridge every evening at dusk," Silas said. "Alone. It is the one hour he takes for himself, away from the ruins, away from Lena, away from whatever performance he maintains during the day. Creatures of his age develop rituals. They cannot help it. Centuries of routine make them predictable in ways they do not even notice anymore.""How do you know his routine?""I have been watching him sinc
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