Jiro POV

ONE WEEK LATER

The silver lacy fog cloaked the lake this morning while ducks glided on the surface. The lake had several names, but residents of the city called it Murmuring Lake.

The splashing of the ducks and the fresh scent of the water filled Jiro’s senses. He sat quietly on the shore, his feet in the water after Roslynn Rossa’s morning Movements of the Moon class, which he and Garnet had shown up faithfully to every morning for the ...