Karl was rarely outside so early in the day. He usually focused on morning patient duties or trying to catch up on his sleep. Even the lawn in this section was far more pleasant than the plain grass around his apartment, with the sun catching bits of glass in concrete sculptures and lacy spiderwebs between the tree branches and flowers.
While they searched, he finally managed to drag his mind away from the sounds Loretta made while she was Building. And the look on her face.
He flipped through the mental list of patients he kept long after they were out of his care. Even if they never found what the Builds created, he was more certain than ever that the Dragon or even someday the Blunderbuss itself could be a means of treating former Builders.
He doubted any of them would ever be able t
