The whole place had Makita on-edge from the moment they had passed the door. It just felt wrong, like something creeping over her grave.

She kept her knife ready, but what she found when she turned the corner caused to clatter to the floor.

"Papa?"

"My Makita." His face -- his body -- was melting. Melting from the fire of the Skyfurnace, and Makita shook as she felt the heat radiating from him. "My beautiful, clever, Makita."

"Why did you let me die?"