Chapter 98: The Naming of Things
The plan was audacious, fragile, and born of desperate hope. They would go to the grey circle, the heart of the Stillness, and perform a ceremony of remembrance so dense with specific, personal meaning that it might, for a moment, clog the vacuum. It would be a psychic dam, giving the slowly strengthening net of stories and hearth-stones in the valley below time to coalesce into a permanent defense.
They prepared for two days. It was not a preparation of weapons, but of essence.
