The quiet that Yasin had maintained across the megacity’s thin places began to chip. Not violently, not with unforeseen admonitions or panicked dispatches, but with subtle temblors in perception. A stairwell that had been stable now palpitated noiselessly, echoing steps that were n't there. Streetlights hummed with a resonance that shifted roundly each night, murk stretching and compressing in insolvable ways. Residual energy from former interventions rumored of consonance eroding, of vestments loosening in places where no bone