Chapter 303 Coming Home

• A year is a long time in a city that has decided to become something else.
• Fort Cromwell stood finished now, all forty-one floors, a black monolith at the heart of Springfield with its own power grid and water and a shadow that fell across four city blocks at sunset.
• The scar where four decks had burned was rebuilt so seamlessly tourists took photographs in front of it. The official record still said terrorists. No one had contradicted it.