“We don’t know what this place is hospitable to,” Camilla says, sitting on her haunches as the pelvis dissolves and the box appears. When he talks about Gestures, though, she looks up at him, eyes flickering with with interest. This strange, polite monster is like a necromancer and a cavalier rolled into one, and she has about a dozen questions, even if she isn’t as quick to voice them as Palamedes would be.

She doesn’t have the opportunity, anyway. The box snaps open, revealing its empty interior. “Warden!” Cam calls. “We were right. There’s only one key.” Cam rises to her feet and explains for Wayne’s sake, “Someone else completed the trial first. They got the key. Come on.”

As Wayne steps out of the chamber, the memory will fade.