"Tomorrow then," he said.
He went inside.
She stood in the corridor for a moment in the late afternoon quiet, and outside the window the city was doing what it always did at this hour — settling, shifting, the particular quality of a place transitioning from the afternoon version of itself to the evening version.
She was not thinking about anything in particular.
That was the most unusual part.
She stood there for a moment just being in it — the quiet, the late light, the simple uncomplicated fact of a day that had been something other than necessary.
Then she went to find Fen and ask about tomorrow's route.
Three hours later
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Elara was coming out of her office as she finished the work.
