A New Beginning

The morning light filtered through Anya’s apartment windows, casting warm rectangles across her desk. She sat with a cup of tea cooling beside her, the steam curling upward in lazy spirals. Three weeks had passed since the confrontation with the Architect, since the warehouse had been emptied of its secrets, since Silas Vance had vanished into the shadows like smoke through fingers.

Peace, it seemed, had settled over her life once more.