Chapter 192
The Consequence Garden
The garden now held plants for every public repair.
One tree grew from the restored trust. One flower marked a returned house. One patch of grass carried the names of patients who wanted no monument.
Claire found a bare square of soil.
“Who belongs here?”
Maren answered, “The people who still do not know what they want.”
The archive did not fill the space.
It left it open.
Room Fifty-Two appeared beneath the roots.