By rights, it should have changed back to green while they were reading it. If it wasn’t checked, the color would fade more gradually. She let Edana stir the mashed potatoes, and idly turned the pages. There were a lot of entries she hadn’t thought of in years. She came to the page of Blackthorn’s death and wasn’t surprised to see it still contained the editor’s message. Chau moved it closer to the light, but there was nothing that hadn’t been there before.

She kept turning, and her blood slowed to molasses. The following page’s text had been replaced by the engraving, but on a different skill. Where before it had focused on the head and torso, now the image pulled back to show a mad crowd surrounding the body. She put her hand to her mouth, unable to look away from the crowded scene.