When murder, magic, and the supernatural abilities of an insomnian inspector come together, one already knows exactly where they're being led. If you believe the inspector, it's a beast; if you believe the colleague, a wonderful peace project; if you believe the spirit, a light for moths. The Falano Spaceport goes by many names and has had routes to most worlds for many years, only the one 'downwards' is new.

"What on earth do you have in mind? And why would someone be trapped here, Mr. Kant?"

"That's only meant figuratively, Mr. Barres. You must understand that. How can one imprison a ghost, after all?"

Barres looks at me with wide eyes.