About this story
You wake in the Great Redoubt, humanity's last pyramid in endless darkness, and descend a thousand stairs to cross the Night Land. The House of Silence speaks in her stolen voice, and hooded Silent Ones file past on a road they have walked forever. Forty chapters carry you and Naani, joined by the Master-Word, home to a wedding in the underground fields.
How it opens
Sunset raised battlements of gold beyond the quiet estates of Kent.
You had walked farther than intended, content with dusk and your own studies.
Do scholars always greet the evening as though it has praised them?
Choose
Only evenings wise enough to answer back.
I owe your guardian a call and you an apology.
I did not expect anyone behind that hedge.