Kessa’s map had doors on it.
Felix unfolded the coalition sketch beside it and found a straight line passing through three of them.
“The proposed bypass,” he said.
“The proposed shortcut,” Kessa answered. “Bring your boots.”
They walked down from the floodworks on the morning of Day 449. The returning inspection team had carried sound parts and better instructions from the Forge. Kessa wanted to know where the inconvenient remainder would go when a sound station closed.
The first narrow channel ran beside a repair shed. Its door opened across the access shown on the coalition drawing.
The shed owner came out holding a work agreement.
“Before anyone says the building shouldn’t be here.”
