"Who is this," Zara said, sitting up straighter in the passenger seat. Caius glanced at her, then back at the road, one hand tightening slightly on the wheel."My name is Thaddeus Okafor," the voice said. "I was your great-grandmother's driver for eleven years, and after that, her caretaker, and after that, the only person alive who still remembers what she actually built." A pause, the specific pause of a man choosing his next words with the care of someone who has been saving them a very long time. "Eleanor's Mercy isn't a chamber, Miss Voss. It was never meant to hold a person the way the others did."Zara felt something in her chest go very still. "Then what does it hold?""Come and see," Thaddeus said. "I'm too old to explain it over the telephone, and some things shouldn't be explained that way regardless." He gave an address in the old quarter of Crestmoor, a part of the city Zara had walked through only once, on her second day, before she understoo
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