Chapter One: Tomorrow in the Wheel

She knew the scratches, knew the name, remembered the three-fingered hand that had given it to her minutes ago. Voss reached for it. Lin put it in her mouth first. Bitter metal struck her tongue. A new weather bulletin appeared on the wall: BLACK TIDE ARRIVAL: 6 DAYS, 23 HOURS, 52 MINUTES. On the unattended screen, the three-dimensional fracture map began to turn. The twelve millimeters she had repaired vanished from the coordinates, revealing a line hidden underneath. ONE PERSON FOR ONE DOOR.