edits to add callbacks to book 1/2

chapters/book3/ch01-final.md

@@ -34,7 +34,7 @@ The pewter light was late. The kitchen at Chandler's Row faced the wrong way for
 
 I'd noted the pattern and not mentioned it.
 
-The bracelet sat on the side table where I'd left it the night before, cool, quiet. Months since it had last asked for anything. It had, some weeks back, pulsed faintly at a squall that rolled through the dockside and drained every candle-mark of preserved weather charm out of a bargeman's crate two streets over, and I had filed that not as an event but as the bracelet reminding me it was still paying attention. Otherwise: cool. Sleeping. Inside its own ledger of patient draws and patient rests.
+The bracelet — pulled off a pedestal in a pre-Compact ruin two cases back — sat on the side table where I'd left it the night before, cool, quiet. Months since it had last asked for anything. It had, some weeks back, pulsed faintly at a squall that rolled through the dockside and drained every candle-mark of preserved weather charm out of a bargeman's crate two streets over, and I had filed that not as an event but as the bracelet reminding me it was still paying attention. Otherwise: cool. Sleeping. Inside its own ledger of patient draws and patient rests.
 
 Sniff was in his corner. Folded blanket, water bowl, the breathing of a dog who had established dominion over his allocated space and saw no reason to reconsider it. Jenet Carterson — Carter's wife, who had taken over Sniff's feeding routine during the weeks we were at Millford Street last winter and had never quite handed it back — had dropped a crust of bread wrapped in cloth on the counter sometime before I'd come down. She had a key. She used it on her way to the dockside market most mornings. The crust was for Sniff. We let her.
 
@@ -110,13 +110,13 @@ I stood.
 
 * * *
 
-Devod's walking stick tapped twice on the step before he came in. He did this now. He had not done it before the draining, and he had started doing it some weeks after Brennan Toor's visit, and it was — I had concluded, watching the pattern — not a tell of aging but of courtesy. A sound for Mere, who could be anywhere in the house, to know without having to get up that the man at the door was her father.
+Devod's walking stick tapped twice on the step before he came in. He did this now. He had not done it before the draining, and he had started doing it some weeks after, and it was — I had concluded, watching the pattern — not a tell of aging but of courtesy. A sound for Mere, who could be anywhere in the house, to know without having to get up that the man at the door was her father.
 
 "Mere," he said, putting the stick in the corner by the door.
 
 "Dad."
 
-The word was easy. It had been easy since the afternoon the apples had come through the Thresholds door and the twelve-year account had closed, and it had been used in quiet acknowledgment ever since. Not constantly. When it fit. Today it fit.
+The word was easy. It had been easy since the afternoon Mere had worked out that her father had not chosen to leave twelve years ago — he had been forced out, and had watched from across the street every year since because across the street was all he was allowed — and the account had closed. It had been used in quiet acknowledgment ever since. Not constantly. When it fit. Today it fit.
 
 Devod had a basket.
 

chapters/book3/ch02-final.md

@@ -4,7 +4,7 @@ I left Chandler's Row before the second bell because I preferred arriving early
 
 (*Four months.*)
 
-The bracelet, warmed last night for the first time in weeks, had not cooled again overnight. Not hot — not any of the things it had been while Kae was tearing people apart with a crystal and a grievance — just on. The way a lamp is on without being bright. A reminder that the thing on my wrist had moods of its own and had decided, at some point between the seventh bell and the second, that today was worth paying attention to.
+The bracelet, warmed last night for the first time in weeks, had not cooled again overnight. Not hot — not any of the things it had been while Kae had been tearing strangers apart with a crystal, a boy in congenital pain running someone else's weapon — just on. The way a lamp is on without being bright. A reminder that the thing on my wrist had moods of its own and had decided, at some point between the seventh bell and the second, that today was worth paying attention to.
 
 I reached the guild hall at five minutes before the second bell.
 
@@ -130,7 +130,7 @@ I was going to say no. The noise had three reasons ready.
 
 (*The Compact has been trading paper with the guild since Kae. Small careful knives, back and forth. I don't want to be four duchies away when one of them stops being careful.*)
 
-(*Thorngate is where Cass was reassigned. The one duchy I had no business walking into the week after Kae's deal closed.*)
+(*Thorngate is where Cass was reassigned. Cassius Rykhard — Compact senior, the liaison on Floundry, the man who'd been feeding Kae targets and filing paperwork about it after. The one duchy I had no business walking into the week after Kae's deal closed.*)
 
 Ledger was watching my face. I suspected he had been reading for the no since he opened the leather file. I also suspected he had a plan for it.