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"It depends on it."

Sayer steps closer. His expression changes. He stares at the map. Then points.

"There."

I blink.

"What?"

He presses one finger against the exact center of the circle.

"I can feel it."

The room falls silent.

"What do you feel?" Rhett asks.

Sayer closes his eyes.

"The pull."

He turns slightly.

"No..."

He corrects himself.

"I know where it is."

His finger never moves.

"That direction."

Rhett and I exchange a look. No hesitation. No uncertainty. He's pointing exactly where every piece of evidence says the entity's center should be.

I slowly exhale.

"Thank you."

Sayer opens his eyes.

"So..."

"I'm right."

"You usually are."

I smile despite everything.

"I'll enjoy hearing you admit that."

"It'll never happen again."

Rhett snorts into his coffee.

"Definitely your son."

I freeze. So does Rhett. The words came naturally. Too naturally.