Sera found the prints at the edge of the raised stalls.
They cut through a thin layer of pale dust that had settled over the paving. One step landed deep at the heel, the next lightly, as if the person had changed pace or favored a leg. Sera could not identify the figure from the marks or establish an injury by the unevenness alone. She could establish a direction to the next corner.
She stopped at the verified junction.
The Aegis scout beside her leaned toward the narrow street where the figure had vanished.
“We can catch up.”
“We can lose the return.”
“Two turns. I’ll keep the radio.”
“We haven’t checked what the walls do to it.”
