The room began to smell of salt and ancient rot. Mark looked at his hands; his skin was becoming translucent, dappled with silver. He realized the file wasn't a book—it was a set of instructions for the city to reclaim its own.
The last page of the FB2 file was blank, save for a single prompt: Save changes?
His finger hovered over the key. Outside, a massive fin broke the surface of the Grand Canal, towering over the dome of St. Mark's Basilica.