Chapter 25

The pale light in the corridor shone on his face, illuminating every fine line at the corners of his eyes and the gray hairs at his temples. Six years ago, he was full of pride and vigor. Whenever anyone in this city mentioned the name Gideon, they would say, "The younger Locke, ruthless methods, a limitless future"—the second half was for outsiders, but the first half was the truth. Now, the man standing in front of me was thirty-four, and his temples were already graying. "Whose child...