Emberfall's second day began before the sun did.
The pocket city was ash and evidence, but cities have roots, and the Order's ran into Avalon itself. The ledgers we'd carried out of the money hall named rooms here: basements, back offices, a bathhouse, a school. Cecilia had sorted them overnight into a list with times beside each line, and Varas had signed the warrants without asking how we'd found the addresses. He was learning.
Rose slept four hours and woke before me. When I came into ops she was already at the map table with Vyr, a cup of tea going cold at her elbow and her new rank sitting on her like a well-cut coat.
"Seven rooms before noon," Cecilia said, handing me the list. "More after, if they bolt. They will."
Erebus's bone box sat at the end of the table, humming to itself.
