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The boundary around the church feels spun-glass fragile, but still there is power enough here to make Acht's teeth ache. This has been rebuilt after being broken, he thinks as he picks his way carefully over the sleet-strewn ice, and the rubble nearer to the church only serves to confirm his suspicions.

He keeps to the shelter of the trees, his hands clenched in his pockets. The cold is almost unbearable, but for Lara's sake, he will bear it and watch.

This is the place. He has only to remember the priest's stricken face in the headlamps of his car to know that this is the place.

The driver does not protest at being awakened at this late hour; he has had protest culled from his code and replaced with a perfect knowledge of the roadways between Fuyuki and the nearest airfield. When Acht says, "There is a man on the road ahead. Keep the headlamps off, and search for his light," the driver says only, "Yes, sir" in reply and starts the car.

Acht has never heard him say anything but "Where to?" and "Yes, sir." While rage burns hot in his breast, he thinks that he would never like to hear anything but "Yes, sir" again.

He forces himself calm, forces his circuits open. He lacks Larasviel's innate ability to interface with the terrain--but one man on a smooth-stuttering engine, while the rest of the forest huddles under the new-fallen snow, he can follow like a trail of blood.