The wreckage of the Architect spires didn't turn into mountain stone. By the hour after dawn the broken porcelain blocks started to leak a thick pressurized mist that smelled a bit like ozone and old books. The gray gravel didn't sink into the snow; it floated a little above the ice shaking at a frequency that made the communication mirrors in the lower fortress crackle with static."The shaking isn't stopping " Ryker said, dropping a leather bag onto the iron oak table in the war room.He pulled out three pieces of the white-gold filigree we had torn from the Lattice Core. Even separated from the machine the lines of math text on the metal were still scrolling, though they were now flickering between white gold and the dark, starless black of our corruption. "I set up a line around the valley floor but the tracking arrays are completely blind. To the rest of the continent the High Peaks have basically vanished from the map. We’re an area.""Good " Kaelen growled, leaning his frame ag
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