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Phillip Tarrant
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@@ -12,6 +12,8 @@ Leon was already warming up when I came through the back gate. Telessi sleeve pu
I let that sit. Four months ago I'd have filed it as a conversational opener and moved on. That morning I filed it as Leon telling me something without wanting to be asked about it.
*(also not sleeping: the name in the second folder. Vellen. Merrenwood. Filed into a drawer in my head I'm choosing not to open this morning, because the morning has its own shape and the drawer will still be there when I'm ready for it.)*
We started on integration — the drill we'd been running for weeks, sustained fire through a ring-focused weave, held at intensity, clock in my head. Leon counted under his breath because he knew it annoyed me and because counting out loud would have annoyed him more.
Fifteen seconds.
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*(nothing scheduled) (the noise has nothing scheduled) (I'm not used to this)*
I tried to count back and couldn't. The last time I had walked an unscheduled hour in Drenwick had been, approximately, a month before Ledger's first knock. Sixteen days ago. It felt like half a year ago.
I tried to count back and couldn't. The last time I had walked an unscheduled hour in Drenwick had been, approximately, a month before Ledger's first knock. Seventeen days ago. It felt like half a year ago.
The bracelet sat cool on my wrist. The ring was warm but quiet. The bracelet had not asked for anything in two days, and the cooling-down of the thing had started to feel like its own kind of sound.