The band vibrated at the sixth hour.
He was in the outer ring. The forms were done — the full sequence, the High Sentinel output running clean in the mountain cold, the compound's stone under his boots telling him what it always told him. He had come to neutral and was standing in the post-form quiet when the band went off against his wrist.
He looked at it.
The sender registered as a Zenith band rerouted through the eastern continental relay network. Three week transit delay. He read the origin timestamp and did the arithmetic and understood that wherever Nyx had been when she sent this, she had been there since the first week of the repair window.
He read the message.
Seorak. Archive of the Old Calligraphy. Come if you want to understand the diagram.
