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like something had died months ago. Certainly the building was protected from sylph, thanks toall the iron, but it wasn’t protected from dust, small animals, or general grossness.
    Lights flickered on as I dropped the bags and stepped into the front section, filled with cabinets and rickety furniture for a parlor, bedroom, and kitchen. Another room—a washroom, I hoped—was blocked off in the back.
    Beyond the front area, I found a lab with tons of equipment I couldn’t identify, huge glass and steel containers, and stuff . It looked like Menehem had been collecting lab-type junk for a lifetime.
    A stair to the upper story revealed a dark data console and a small library’s worth of research. It seemed he’d also stored off-season clothes and supplies here, because I discovered crates of jackets, skis, and other things. The scent of cedar—to ward off bugs—flooded the area.
    “Ana?” Sam’s voice came from below, and I clomped back down the stairs. “Anything exciting up there?” He was gazing around the lab when I found him, probably looking for a mop or button that would miraculously clean the layers of dust and grime. Menehem hadn’t even been gone a year, but it didn’t take long for nature to start reclaiming things.
    He probably hadn’t been the cleanest person to start with.
    “Just lots and lots of research and junk.” I sighed. “This is going to be like reopening the cottage, but even worse, isn’t it?”
    “Do you want to sleep in here with everything like this?” He lifted an eyebrow.
    “We could sleep outside. I’d risk the sylph.”
    “How about cleaning the living area today, then we’ll worry about the rest?”
    “Fine.” I dragged out the word, but mostly I was complaining to complain. I didn’t mind cleaning up if Sam was nearby. “But my cooperation comes with a price.”
    “What’s that?” His posture relaxed, voice warming like he knew already. And when I smiled and tilted my face upward, he kissed me so sweetly my entire body hummed with adoration and desire. Could anyone else ever make me feel this complete?
    No. Only Sam.
    It had always been Sam.
    Almost a week later, we’d tossed out a decaying raccoon and scrubbed the living quarters and lab until they didn’t make us want to run back to Heart and shower. Sam fished twigs, dead bugs, and a snake out of the cisterns—I double-checked that the water purifier had new filters and solution—and finally we were able to get started on the research we’d come to do.
    We sat at the splintering kitchen table, diaries and papers spread out around us. I pointed at a notebook. “This journal matches up with what we already know: he’d been trying to find ways to stop sylph. He started with iron and was looking for ways to make sylph power the eggs with their ownlife force; that way they’d keep sylph trapped long after the batteries ran out. But that didn’t work, so he went back to chemicals.”
    “He was always best with chemicals,” Sam agreed.
    “During the first Templedark—the night Ciana died—he was doing his experiments in the market field.” Then Ciana hadn’t been reborn. I’d replaced her.
    “Because, of course, that’s a logical place to do experiments.”
    “You know Menehem.” My heart pinched for only a moment—if Menehem hadn’t been so irresponsible, I wouldn’t be here—but Sam touched my hand. His knee bumped mine. His comment had been only about Menehem, and involved zero regret about the way things had turned out, even though the world had lost Ciana. I tried to smile.
    Strong fingers tightened over mine, and he lifted his eyebrow, waiting for something. Acceptance. I was getting better at reading Sam, if not many others.
    I smiled again, squeezed his hand, and we both relaxed. “So whatever he was doing in the market field,” I went on, “there was some kind of minor explosion, and a vapor went up. That’s when the temple went dark.”
    “From the gas,” Sam said. “Then he