A wise man once said that whatever happens has already happened. Now it looks like someone's been keeping track. Welcome to the rest of all possible worlds.

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The unread half

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Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

Different to the rest of the screens, calmer yet with more potential.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

The city reconfigures itself around him, stranger and scarier than it was before.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

The vicinity displays a marked absence of 'new friends'.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

Raised in a military boarding school while her family disappeared into camps marked on no map.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

A ghost in the system.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

A romantic image drawn from postcards issued by the Tourism Bureau.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

You picture your interlocutor, ankle-deep in dirty water, less than a metre away. He's not used to standing this long. He rests his arm atop the intercom's cool metal.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

It's the damp. Your lungs have probably aged two years since stepping foot in this office.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

The keystone.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

A relay of chatter. Invisible poetry that travels above and between the walking heads of the city.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

Below you, the social static of the bazaar, muffled by distance.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

True. That money goes quite some way to systematically dividing the population, whether people like it or not.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / < 10

Suddenly, you are struck by the horrible feeling that something obvious is eluding you.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

You often find inspiration in the allure of architecture. Use that.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

Pause for a moment. Take a step back to examine what you are seeing.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

A high-pressure system hovers between the two women.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

As if the city itself is winking at you.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

The earth is alive; it breathes and shifts in its sleep. Concrete does not. The building is going to collapse.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

The kind of places that need security intercoms: Gated communities. Government buildings. Prisons.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / < 10

Wait, you don't actually know where his studio is... do you?

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

Strange. Somehow you do know where his studio is, despite having never been there before.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

Your inner ear fills with the groans of ancient machinery, hydraulic mechanisms, your nostrils with the smell of exhaust and heavy fuel oils.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

The signal blockers: wiry battlements like the skeletons of titanic insects face out across the strait on Portofiro's most desolate shore, snagging Luzian radiowaves as they enter.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / < 10

Definitely came from there. It's just a little coward patch, nestled in the corner like it's hiding from you.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

No condensation, moisture stains, or signs of dripping. Not the origin point.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

No planned space for greenery either. No building was ever finished other than the silo itself.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 10

And somewhere beyond them: the shores of La Luz.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

The city hems you in. All of its potential escape routes suddenly seem like doors crudely painted on brick walls.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

His ideas will spread across the city, passed down through generations, like paranoiac family heirlooms.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

A place where you grow up with the same people, watch their faces change, their dogs die. It's home.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

She glances at her own wares, daring them to challenge her on the fact.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Look at these clothes -- she wouldn't know gare in a circus. It's absolutely the same man.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

He still sweeps up there, though.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Because this place feels hollow enough as is.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Far off Portofiro's beaten tourist path.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

No one will find your body down here. The water will cover you up.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Direct line of sight to the Campaign from here. You can see all of Party Alley from its top floor.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

They only bloom at dawn -- most of the day, nearby buildings block out the light.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

They'll bloom again tomorrow morning, so long as the sun is out.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Stranded on the island of you.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Novessa sputters beneath an implacable leaden sky. Smoke billows from Obrekh furnaces. Stone gryphons leer down on Kalandar Square. Rail lines thread through blocks of dark slate and vermillion-streaked towers. The streets teem with people -- an endless, thrumming patchwork of crimson, charcoal, and indigo.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

An offering will be made to Rotanev the next time she can get out to the Pitol Tract.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

The planet's surface may blister, but the clay beneath remains ever mutable.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Beyond the curved windows, fields and suburbs of identical single-story houses. When they dim the coach lights, stars come out in force.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

The view was tremendous, best in the district. Well worth the climb.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

The echoes fill the empty space perversely. It used to be a palace.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Septimus presses it a lot.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

Tactical misfire -- always leave yourself a clean exit.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

The key that requires a key.

Blueprints1 + 6 = 7 / ≥ 11

It's a shortcut. But whose?