Chapter 135 Blessed by Misfortune?
- Aetheria, somewhere under heavy guard.
- An old man lay in a rocking chair, lazily waving a cattail fan as opera drifted from the radio.
- A guard stepped close. He waited until the aria ended, then said respectfully, "Mr. King, there's a call from Anya Anson in Cracsa. She says she's checking in on you."