A boy of fourteen runs through the frozen woods of 1945, and a smell, a warmth and a doorway of low light pull him toward a room his body remembers and his mind refuses to enter.
Years later, a quiet man sets a room to exactly the right warmth. He takes the hands and eyes of everyone who comes through it and sends them upstairs, to a machine that already knows what each of them will do. He asks nothing. He has never been read into the record himself.
And somewhere far from both, something is wrong with the air before there is air.
Arrival, Not Loss is a novel in three parts about the rooms that keep us, the records that never forget, and the day everyone has been told is coming.