Chapter 17: The New Gods' Inner Sanctum

The map rewrote itself three times on the journey east, which Mara had begun to understand as a sign of genuine urgency rather than malfunction — the same way a person waves more frantically the closer they are to missing something. She watched it through the lining of her pocket on the Overground, feeling the faint papery shudder of new streets appearing, old routes redrawing themselves, the map conducting its own quiet argument with the city's official geography.

Brekke was not with her.

This had required a conversation.