Three days after.
The lower Academic District was a different shape against the sky.
Vane had been looking at it from the hill's third tier every morning since the attack and it had been a different shape each time, not because it was changing but because he was learning the new shape the way you learned things that had replaced familiar things, by looking at them until the absence of the old thing became less loud than the presence of the new one.
It had not become less loud yet.
