Many people considered the Golden Bridges to be tawdry, but lately it seemed to have more sense than the Bridges Daily.
That made me think of Mr. Durak. I hoped he might recover from his melancholy and return to the productive life he once had.
When Amelia came in, she had a book with her. "The gardener said you requested this."
"Oh, yes! Thank you." I opened the book, Formulation of Explosives, and paged through it while drinking my morning tea. It spoke of how the dynamite sticks were dipped in paraffin to seal them, how to set charges, place fuses, and (most interesting) the construction of timers.
Air would have loved this book. My best friend, born the same day I was, murdered in front of me when we were twelve. In a different place, Air would surely have become an Inventor.
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