The Five Faces (The Markhat Files) - Plot & Excerpts
Rannit lost another block of stores in the wake of the death god’s demise. Stitches believes it is well and truly dead too, not just lurking in some congruent but uninvolved space while stalking a new body to inhabit. She claims that my heroic sacrifice created a paradox, and the death god paid the price. We buried me in a pleasant, sun-dappled plot at the foot of the Hill, courtesy of the Regency itself. The service was touching and well attended, partly for the sheer notoriety of watching the deceased toss the first spade of dirt over his shiny steel casket. The fate god’s coins, both of them, are buried with my other body. The sweaty little god had been right about the coin. There had been a price, and we’d paid it. Stitches believes Darla’s catching of the coin at the moment of my death merged the Darla asleep on our couch with the Darla I took to the alley. Stitches calls that event a quantum waveform collapse. She can call it buttermilk fencepost singing for all I care, as long as Darla is safe and sound and whole.
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