Fires of Belonging

EPILOGUE: THE MIRROR AND THE ROPE The network has no name. That's intentional.

Names get co-opted, trademarked, regulated. This is just... the fires.

There are one hundred and seven of them now. Every continent except Antarctica,

though a research station there is petitioning for recognition. Members don't talk

about it publicly. Not because it's secret—because it's sacred. The same way you

don't broadcast your grandmother's recipes or your father's last words. Some things lose

power when you put them on a billboard. But if you know, you know. The phone beeps

when a member is near. You say hello. They say hello back. And for a moment,