This place wasn’t unfamiliar. Over the years, I had sat through countless gatherings at Cloudscape Monastery with Logan. But never—not once—did I imagine I’d someday be here, listening to 'him' deliver a sermon. Not as Logan Mercer, the man I knew, but as a spiritual guide of the Harmonist faith.

Ashton quietly helped me into a seat, and Logan began to speak, reciting teachings from Harmonism. But I couldn’t focus. Not a single word registered.

Instead, I ...