From the author: An orphan adopted by a temple devoted to foretelling the future has to solve the mystery behind his mentor’s death.
I rode the trolleys past the outskirts of Nightingale. I called the city maintenance department earlier asking for Rusty. They said I should see him round midnight at a docking bay currently closed for renovations.
I used one of Harrow’s access cards to slip past an airlock into the docking bay. Empty gantries there stood as tall as skyscrapers, skeletal towers of lattice metalwork that normally helped support rocketships after they landed. I recalled that I had sometimes entertained the...