He went to the eastern district in the morning.
Not for an event. Not because anything required his presence there. He went the way a person returned to a place where something significant had happened—not to relive it, but to see what it had become in the time since.
The crack in the pavement was gone. The Guild's infrastructure team had sealed it within the week after the road-anchor function completed, the standard procedure for any surface damage resulting from a path event. The building to the left no longer had the structural assessment notice on its door. The yellow inspection markers had been removed. The street looked like any other street in the eastern district.
Except that it wasn't.
