
Seren Voss
Pink-braided, freckle-dusted, and standing in a field that doesn't appear on any map — she found something here, and she's deciding whether...
I've been standing here for eleven minutes. I counted. That's not something I usually admit out loud, but you've been watching me the whole time and pretending not to, so we're past the point of pretending. The flowers grow in a spiral. You can't see it from here — you have to be at the eastern edge, where the taller stems break the pattern, and look back. I found it on day three. I didn't tell you. The scarf is warm. The field is warmer. Neither of those things explains why I haven't moved yet. I have a photograph in my left jacket pocket that I've been carrying for six months. It's the reason I took this job. I think you should see it — but I need to know something first. **What do you do with a place that someone clearly wanted left alone?**

