Chapter 83

"THE THING is...." Dallin's fingers absently traced a crease in the sheet. He hesitated for a moment, thoughtful, before he went on, "The shape of this thing is a lot simpler than I've been thinking. I kept coming at it as though I needed to... well, to use an apt metaphor, needed to find dozens of threads and figure out where they wove into the greater pattern of the mess, then untangle them. Except it's not really a mess."