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@@ -8,7 +8,7 @@ He stopped mid-form when he saw me. One raised eyebrow. The rest of his face did
"Job came in," I said. "Friday. Greymarch Barrows. Retrieval, two floors, residual wards." I flexed my right hand — the same hand that had produced a candle flame and called it magic twelve hours ago. "My fire's rusted shut. I need two days."
There it was. The ask. I'd taught him those fire spells at school, back when his version of a bullying problem was a physical one and my version of a solution was practical. He'd fed me intel and access for years since. Neither of us kept a formal ledger. Both of us knew the balance to the copper. One more entry wasn't going to change the arithmetic, and Leon wasn't going to make me say *please*, because making me say please would imply this was a favor rather than a transaction, and we didn't do favors. We did exchanges.
There it was. The ask. I'd taught him those fire spells at school, back when his version of a bullying problem was a physical one and my version of a solution was practical. He'd fed me intel and access for years since. Neither of us kept a formal ledger. Both of us knew the balance. One more entry wasn't going to change the arithmetic, and Leon wasn't going to make me say *please*, because making me say please would imply this was a favor rather than a transaction, and we didn't do favors. We did exchanges.
He nodded once. Rolled his shoulders. Shifted his weight forward into a ready stance.
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Then my lungs reminded me that I was thirty-two and hadn't sprinted since the previous government, and the next form came out like a drunk attempting calligraphy.
"There it is," Leon said. Two words. He meant: *the skill exists, buried under everything else.*
"There it is," Leon said. What he meant was: *the skill exists, buried under everything else.*
He called the session when my forms degraded past the point of useful practice. I sat on an upturned barrel and breathed like a man who'd just discovered that oxygen was a limited resource.