“Cloudline was building a rescue stair at dawn when she saw it — a figure on the far pier, waving slowly, the way people wave at boats. By the time she reached the pier there was no one there, but the concrete was warm, and Bedrock confirmed the warmth had weight behind it, a density no shadow should have. The figure has been seen twice more, always at dawn, always waving. The ferries have started slowing for it. The ferries are driven by professionals.”
Something stood under the Foundry bridge and waved.