Chapter 38

“…there is a substance which is eternal and unmovable

and separate from sensible things…

without parts and indivisible…

impassive and unalterable.”

-Aristotle

With Nathaniel and Annyka close in tow, T’shan led the way back down from the wall, over the small bridge, and into the dancing masses. Nathaniel struggled to keep up as the two women cut a path through the crowd so swiftly they could have been walking through mist.

Halfway across the sanctuary, Nathaniel spotted three familiar faces and stopped. Minta’s nieces were sitting in a circle, Ubavka and Vesna playing stringed instruments something akin to violins, while Staja bashed away on...

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