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The dark arts of the Opera's Remembrancer Division. Much storied, often unsuccessful.

A laser beam of suspicion.

Who needs writing? We fücked that up enough that they'll be able to guess who it's from. And what it's for.

'Eszti Kavanaugh' -- it rolls oddly off your mind's tongue. 'Newitz' had a nicer syllabic flow...

That lock's shit. Begging for the bang of a prybar.

Surely you'll be able to tell which is Eszti's drawer from the contents? Cigarette butts, poker chips, crochet patterns...

Break into the mailbox.

Shoddy maintenance, Tonio.

Paycheque from the literary magazine, followed by several copies of the magazine itself. So somebody paid by them who doesn't care to read the mag...

Enough poetry. Move on.

All mirrors angled to reinforce the same image: A cover as life.

When you knew Eszti, she hated EMTERR but understood its lumbering bureaucratic movements. Seems she's put that knowledge to fine use.

Clever. But no match for CASCADE.

Eszti, married? This can only be a desperate attempt to blend in. Not like a real husband.

A life sacrificed on the altar of her cover.

Inside there is just an aluminium ribbon some two centimetres across. It's only a matter of what's more resistant -- your fingernails or the ribbon.

Brace, gäng. Gonna cane.

You're going to snap them right off.

In the infinitesimal newly-created space between finger and nail, horror is born.

Shit, he's alive.

You cannot erase what does not exist.

There's nobody in there.

Whatever happens has already happened.

You're not sorry. You wouldn't have done this if you were.

You know this isn't better, that's why you didn't choose it for yourself.

Still nothing. This is who you chose to save.

There's nobody in there.

He shows you a quick smile. Relieved but anxious.

He's trying his best to trust you.

The danger isn't over for him. He's still waiting to see what you'll do.

Callous... but KALEIDOSCOPE did murder him.

Hershel... Now he's going to lose his mind trying to activate nonexistent beetle powers.

Someone has scratched 'SONIDO Y LUZ' into the pale pink plastic.

Hook it right up to your pleasure centre, this is the good stuff.

Like you, the eternal stranger. All safehouses, no home.

You are reminded of certain religious teachers of your childhood, who wore traditional silk raiments all year round.

They frequently lost fingers to frostbite in the Mircean winter, and wore their absence like trophies.

A gäng of ten million hearts beating as one.

It's nighttime in Party Alley. The people are out, nothing can keep them away.

Bands of rain continue to move slowly north and east across the region. Walks home expected to be unseasonably melancholic. North wind 5-8 kph, becoming calm after midnight.

Overcast skies incoming, bringing light rain and a strong tendency to see oneself reflected in the environment. Expect gusts up to 20kph.

Patchy fog in the morning expected to burn off yesterday's illusions. Increasing clouds, low near 9 degrees.

It's evening in Party Alley. The people are out, searching for comfort and pleasure.

It's morning in Party Alley. There's almost no one around.

It's midday in Party Alley. The people are going about their shopping.

Describe the ginkyo tree.

THE WORLD WILL STOP FOR THE VERY THOUGHT OF US

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