She shut the folio.
Both of them refrained from articulating the apparent conclusion. For the past three decades, whoever had been building the infrastructure inside Valdris—the surveillance network, the archive fire, the dormant node, and the oath-bond with Fredrich—had been doing so under the name of a dead man.
They had been in the city for at least eleven months, and there were full records of their presence. They were operating through institutional channels and were known to be from Valdris.
And they were somewhere in the city right now.
...
The day came to an end slowly, like days do when a lot has happened but nothing has been fixed. Everyone talked about what had happened, thought about it in their own ways, and checked each other's injuries like people who had learned how to do this in a systematic way.
By late afternoon, Rick's health had risen to seventy-one percent.
"You should sleep," Liora had said, somewhere around the third hour of her targeted healing.
