Location:Imperial City — Seer Tower
Date/Time:TC1853.12.30-31 — Night to Dawn
The voice had been gone for eleven months.
Amara sat in the window seat of her tower room, palms resting on the swell of her belly, and counted the days again because counting was something to do. Eleven months and eight days since the silence fell. Since the presence that had guided her — shaped her, comforted her, told her what to do and when and how and why — simply stopped. Not gradually. Not with a farewell or an explanation or even a final instruction. One day it was there, whispering certainties into the space behind her thoughts, and the next it was gone. Like a door closing in a room she couldn't find.
She'd waited.
