invalid@example.com (zeafiyr), zeafiyr
Tue, 28 Apr 2026 16:25:07 +0000
Threadmarks

Chapter 15: Efficiency and Risk
The safe house was a converted granary.

Stone walls. High ceiling with exposed beams. The smell of old grain and dust, layered over something mustier—decayed straw, perhaps, or the ghosts of rats. A communication crystal sat on a barrel. A cot in the corner, military-issue blanket folded at the foot. William sat on a wooden crate, his back against the cold stone, the empty cigarette case in his hand.

He hadn't slept.

Sera stood by the single...

Chapter 15: Efficiency and Risk