Morning in the Iron Citadel was an abstract concept, since the citadel itself made no distinction between the hours of darkness and the hours of light, the foundry ran equally without preference, and the analogue red battery lighting in the residential corridors neither brightened nor softened with the rotation of the planet above the smog layer.Elias Vorn, who had apparently not slept, was in the archive when Mia arrived at what her body insisted was early morning, because her body had an opinion about such things even when the environment did not.He was standing at the central table with a printed map spread across it, weighted at the corners by four identical binders. The map was not a political map. It was a sub-ether propagation map, the kind Mia had been looking at the night before, but this one was more recent, the spread patterns updated in handwriting so precise it looked typeset."You sleep less than anyone I have ever met," she told him."I sleep in intervals," he said, w
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