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The Man in the Black Coat
The quarantine ring at night was a city of coughing.Marcus Hale sat on an upturned bucket outside a patched tent, with a tin bowl of Dace's gray porridge going cold between his boots, and listened to it. A thousand people, give or take, in a ragged circle of canvas, and every one of them seemed to be awake. Babies fretted. Old men hacked. Somewhere, quite near, a woman was singing a lullaby in a language he didn't know, very softly, over and over, to a child who was not going to wake.Behind him, in the tent, Lena slept.She had taken the first of Ethan's pills at dusk with a cup of water, and then, without a word to him, she had curled on the groundsheet with her back to the flap and the clamp ring clutched in her fist. He had watched her for a while. He had waited for her to turn, to speak, to say Marcus, what do we do. She hadn't.She's going soft, he thought. She's going to leave me. She's already halfway across the yard.He shoved the bowl away with his foot.He had been, he ref
The Door
Ethan let the silence run long enough to be uncomfortable.He had learned that from patients. There is a particular kind of person who tells you what they want in the second sentence and spends the first nine minutes hiding it, and the only cure is to wait. He stood at the chalk line with his hands loose at his sides, and he looked at Marcus, and he waited.Marcus held the smile for eleven seconds. Then it began, very slightly, to cost him."You're quiet," he said."I'm thinking.""About what?""About what you just said." Ethan tilted his head. "That the horde went around me. That they stopped, like something had called them off."A ripple went through the guards. Pell, at the torchlight's edge, had gone very still. Dace, on his cane near the inner gate, had straightened a fraction, and his long gray face had the look of a man listening hard."I'm sure it was nothing," Marcus said quickly. "A trick of the mirror, the dark. I was frightened, Ethan. I'm not saying—""No, I think you sho
Old Times' Sake
It was Marcus who found his voice first.He always had. Even at the worst of it, in the gas station bathroom with his wrist hanging wrong, Marcus Hale had been the one who talked. It was the thing Ethan had liked about him. It was also, he understood now, the thing he should have been most afraid of."Ethan." Marcus rose slowly from the bench, hands spread, palms out. The movement was gentle, almost reverent. "Ethan, Jesus Christ. I thought you were dead. I grieved for you. Lena and I, we, God, we've spent two months thinking you were gone.""I know," Ethan said. "I noticed."A beat. Marcus's smile flickered, and re-formed."I understand you're angry.""Do you?""Of course. I would be. If I were you, I'd be furious." He took a half-step toward the chalk line and stopped, as if checking himself. "But I need you to hear me. What happened that night, it wasn't what you think. You were hurt. You were delirious. You'd taken a blow to the head. You were saying things, ordering us out, telli
The Ones Who Left
He did not sleep that night.He lay on the narrow bed in the upstairs room with his hands folded on his chest and the ceiling crack running overhead like a river on a map, and he let himself do something he had refused to do for two months. He remembered.Not the betrayal. He had replayed that so many times it had worn smooth, like a coin passed from palm to palm. He remembered the rest. The gas station bathroom, where he'd set Marcus's wrist by the light of a dying phone, and Marcus had made terrible jokes through his teeth to keep from screaming. The hospital stairwell where Lena had fallen asleep against his shoulder, mid-sentence, after thirty-one hours awake. The rooftop in the second spring. A ring made from a surgical clamp and a strip of copper wire. The way she'd laughed, and cried, and said yes before he had finished asking.He turned his head on the pillow. The copper wire still hung on a nail by the window. He had never taken it down. He had never been able to say why.Bec
The Contract
He tested it on the jar.Nobody liked the idea. Wren said it was lunacy, in a low, appalled whisper, and Tamsin said nothing and folded her arms, which was worse. Voss only raised an eyebrow, and then, after a long moment, nodded, as if he'd been wondering when Ethan would get around to it.The jar sat on the kitchen table in the print shop, where it had sat since the morning of the barrel. The cork was still sealed with its thick yellow wax. Inside, the water lay clear and innocent, with a pale film coiled against the neck of the glass."The skill's called Poison Immunity," Ethan said. "It's S-tier. It says it neutralizes any toxin I understand. I understand this one." He broke the wax. "I was very thoroughly introduced.""And if it's wrong?" said Tamsin."Then you'll have to put the potassium in me yourself.""That's not funny.""No," he agreed. "It isn't."He drank. A swallow, no more. The water tasted of nothing at all, flat and faintly metallic, like the ghost of a spring.For a
What the Ledger Owed
He woke to the smell of toast.It was such a ridiculous thing to wake to that for a moment he thought he was dead. Then the ache arrived, a slow, deep, bone-level ache, as if every joint in his body had been unscrewed and put back by someone in a hurry, and he decided that the dead, on the whole, probably did not hurt this much."He's up," said Wren, from somewhere to his left.He opened his eyes. The ceiling of the print shop's upstairs room swam into focus, water-stained and familiar, with a long crack running across it like a river on a map. Gray light came through the window. Someone had put a blanket over him, and someone else had put another blanket over that."How long?" His voice came out as a croak."Two days." Tamsin's face appeared, upside down, then right side up. She looked like she hadn't slept in both of them. "You scared the hell out of us.""The girl?""Alive." She said it flatly, like a person setting down something heavy. "Awake since yesterday. Eating real food. Ar
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