The paper hovered for only a heartbeat before gravity seemed to remember it.
It descended in a slow, deliberate glide and settled above the open archive core, as though the chamber wanted the sentence to remain visible while the room absorbed it. Fang kept his hand in Dr Sane's a moment longer, then released it with care. The line on the page had already shifted something inside him, though he could not yet say exactly what.
If you are reading this, then the threshold has survived long enough to become a choice again.
The words stayed in his head as if they had been spoken aloud.
Pax, who had the hard expression of someone resisting the urge to touch the object in case it turned out to be alive, leaned in just enough to read the page. "That is not the sort of opening one expects from a burial chamber."
Wolf gave a short, uneasy sound. "I am starting to think the architect might have been the least terrible person in this entire arrangement."
