Chapter 3
“I do not care what comes after; I have seen dragons on the wind of morning.”
—Ursula K. Le Guin
No one followed me.
Madelyn sighed in relief as she peered around the corner of the next street and watched the tourists mingling by the entrance to the Red Square. After two hours of dodging through streets and ducking into shop doorways, trying to look too interested in cheap touristy knick-knacks, she was fairly certain the guard from the library hadn’t come after her. Her heart was still beating hard, but the panicked quick breaths had slowed.
“You’re fine, everything’s fine,” she whispered. She smiled at an old man who pointed at some Lenin-shaped figurines, and she politely shook her head and walked away from his shop.
A young man selling food from a cart on the street cau
