They discovered the reason the room had closed them away. Somewhere in the city was a conscience—a mechanism of order that folded certain voices into silence when they threatened to break promises. Tomas had once been part of a group that used words as tools to change the city’s laws; they had been dangerous because they could make people unmake their own memories. The sealed room had been a safeguard: a place to protect a fragment of someone who could not be trusted with the whole truth. Tomas had been entrusted—by whom, he could not say—with the care of something smaller and safer: a life with a child who would learn the world in cautious increments.