The Witness and the Held Line

Not a world this time. A between.

Endless folding halls where the past refuses to stay past. Walk through one door and the first game is happening again — torchlight, wet stone, the choice he already made. Through the next, a green valley and a woman's hands on a harp. Every life he has ever lived, sprung loose and waiting to pull him back in and keep him there.

To cross the echo chamber, he has to learn the hardest discipline the long road has taught yet: to witness what hurt without being swallowed by it, and to hold a single line straight through all of it. And at the far edge of the structure, a shape he is only beginning to read — a hand behind the count, a maker behind the games. The Architect.

Game Nine of Across Infinities. For readers of reincarnation sagas and richly emotional, mind-bending fantasy.