She paused where the city met the water and lit a cigarette. Smoke rose and dissolved into the fog. It was never simple, and it was never clean. There were always costs. But there were moments—small, bright—that made the cost worth carrying.
Claire shrugged. “Because someone believed in the old locks. Because the owner was sentimental enough to keep things that worked. Because you never like the easy paths, Freya.” There was no accusation in the words—only the fact that they both knew the truth: neither liked easy paths. mylfed 24 11 15 freya von doom and claire roos new