The entrance to Veyrhold's central structure stood wider than the streets that led to it, framed by two heavy stone pillars worn down by age, weather, and whatever violence had taken the settlement apart. Liam stood beneath the broken arch for a moment before stepping inside, the Southern District behind him reduced to distant lights and muffled movement.
The deeper parts of Veyrhold pressed around him in darker shapes, streets bending between ruined buildings, rooftops leaning toward one another, and old administrative roads converging toward the structure as if the settlement had once been built to feed decisions into this place.
That alone told him something.
