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Cato Averinthius Porcius was a paper-pusher. An impressive paper-pusher, no doubt about it. But a paper-pusher nonetheless. During the last war, he had been kept from conscription through the intervention of his father, Marcus Averinthius Porcius. The middle name, Averinthius, derived from...
Upon returning home, Tenzin realised he knew his wife all too well. It was barely past the eighth hour, and she was already gone, just as he had expected. Not to work, exactly: she had been summoned for a mandatory interview and a preliminary review hearing. She had yet to be reinstated, though...
The barrel stood a couple of metres from the central office where Tenzin spent most of his time. Hermann had renewed the lightening spell at the furnace, but its effect had begun to fade by the time Tenzin arrived at the Factory. He had eased the barrel off the cart, careful not to damage it...
Tenzin and Hermann chatted idly and laughed amicably as they passed the pair of constables on their early-morning route. It was a reflex for both of them. Two brooding, silent individuals transporting a barrel of wine would have stood out like an exclamation mark. Two friends chatting about...
The horse-drawn cart pulled up beside Tenzin. He had ordered Herrman to meet him at one of their usual meeting spots, several blocks from the industrial zone. Herrman greeted him with a wide smile from the driver's seat.
"A mood as bright as ever, I see," Tenzin said, climbing up beside...
Vikram Dhar, Commissioner of Organised Crime, born in the year 754, during the seventh month, was murdered during a private visit to his colleague, Deputy Commissioner Sonam Tashi. The motive behind his murder has yet to be determined. The means have been identified as a concentrated beam of...
Tenzin had to suppress his immediate reaction. I am a security contractor, he told himself. Droplets of blood on his wife's face should freeze him in place. So he counted the seconds.
One. Two. Three, four, five. He couldn't wait any longer and rushed to his wife's aid.
"Are you okay?" he...
The Tashis resided in an old, renovated building surrounded by a pleasant and safe community. Tenzin and his wife Sonam had bought the house roughly three years ago, much to the elation of their two kids. Sonam had always dreamt of a large garden she could tend to during long evenings, and...
The precipice on which Tenzin stood didn't afford him much freedom of movement. Regardless, he carefully scanned the ground for any glint of metal. He found no knife in the immediate vicinity. A perfunctory scan of the slope below revealed nothing either. He was fairly certain that if he...
Xanat sprinted past his wife and daughter to peer out the window at the far end of the room. Tenzin knew him well enough to read his body language, which was why it came as a surprise that the tension in his shoulders vanished.
"They're hiding around the corner," he said after a while. "And I...
Whenever Tenzin was in the mood for a joke, he would tell himself that he might have been a dancer in a previous life. How else could he explain having danced along a knife's edge for so long without losing his footing and slicing his neck open against the blade as he fell? As he watched his own...
Tenzin hated the rain because it weakened the freshly applied glue beneath his disguise. Wet leaves rustled underfoot as he rushed for cover to check whether he still looked the way he wanted to—the way they expected him to. Sheltered beneath the overhang of a closed storefront, he inspected his...