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[no_sin_but]

Stairs are not...let us try this again.

Where would you prefer to collapse, your room or the road? For a stairway is really a road, and this one has heavy traffic, but...

But you do not choose when, you do not choose where, you do not choose who triggers it.

This is why Marlowe is sitting at on the landing of one of the stairs on one of the floors, head against the wall and eye closed. One leg drawn up, the other foot resting on the second stair down; he could just be thinking.

People's knuckles aren't normally so white when they do that, though.

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[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne is on her way to her own room, when she draws up short.

Under different circumstances, her first words might be a tease or a jibe, but she saw an old acquaintance dressed in blood tonight and death (her business, not her Lady) is heavy on her mind.

So all she says when she sees him (sees his hands, knuckles white like the bone beneath, twenty-seven bones and all so fragile) is

"...Kit?"