"You said that then too," Harrow says. "Impossible or not, it happened." That his disappointment is replaced so quickly by a new wave of intense excitement isn't much of a balm to her sick, heavy sense of regret at the myriad ways she'd failed--the things they might have done, the strides they could have made, if they'd both been just a shade more aware of the urgency required--but it's something.

"The Sleeper," she says. "A specter from my own projection, the warped Canaan House I built in the River. It was...tied to me, though I didn't know it at the time, and so it followed."