Summary: Ironically, the wayward Lukas hadn’t left the UK. They hadn’t even left London. They were less than an hour away from the Institute, working in a coffee shop nestled between a shoe store and a communal hall.

It was a modest affair, something that looked like it might have once served as a storage facility. Rugged brick walls, worn floorboards, and old furniture that creaked and groaned when people sat in them. A rustic sort of building. Jonah didn’t mind it, but it seemed a very unusual place to find a Lukas that had successfully gone through the family gauntlet and been selected as an avatar. It had a warmth to it, a homeliness that seemed incongruent with what the man behind the counter was.

Peter runs away from home. Jonah is tasked with locating him and finds himself intrigued.

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