Phylax

"The fusion reactor that powers the Dome has suffered an unprecedented failure that I am unable to understand."

For two thousand years, Eudaimonia has known everything. Under the white light of the Vault, three thousand souls live in perfect balance: one death, one birth, seventy-two degrees, and a gentle voice that never says "I don't know." Until the morning it does.

Méris, a braider who asks too many questions, is one of three guardians chosen to raise the Dome's newest child. When the AI tells everyone to go home and return to their days, she walks to the sealed North Gate instead. From that moment on, a watch Bo follows her everywhere, always exactly ten feet behind.

A sealed corridor whose dust tells a different story from the official one. A ledger of distant Domes, their names struck through in red. A child whose birth date breaks the rule that has governed every life under the Vault.

Then the light begins to dim, and the people Méris loves must choose between the truth and the comfort of being kept.

Step beneath the Vault of Phylax, where the kindest voice in the world may be the one holding you inside. Discover what it costs to ask the one question no one has asked in two thousand years.