The seasons turned again, and Mira felt her body change with them. Eighteen months. The autumn was coming—the second autumn she would experience on Earth. The leaves were beginning to turn, and the air was beginning to cool, and she found herself marveling at the cycle. In the Veil, the world did not change this way. The Thornwood was eternal, unchanging, the same purple canopy in a perpetual twilight. But here, everything changed. The world was in constant motion, constant becoming. She had g...