If it hadn’t been for the man in white body paint appearing out of the darkness, my Bus would be a broken steel carcass in a smoking hole.

Now people have been disappearing across the frontier. Two other Keepers have gone missing. I have to warn New Pearth - after all, this is what I've been trained for. But the Library could never have predicted a plot this savage, or this well-organised.

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But first I have to survive the trip...