Chapter 337: What Grows
Four more days west brought them to the oldest ground.
Zone One sat in the compressed highland where the first eastern entity had taught him the shape of this whole work. He had chained it more than two years ago, anchor by anchor, in the cold. It had been the first conduit to conduct as a living supply rather than a finished road. On the Ambient Map it read as the steadiest point of all nine — deep, even, certain of itself.
He felt the difference before he saw it.
