A record of an extremely small kindness.
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Crozier's past has come back to haunt him before, but not quite like this.
"If you have a choice in not having a choice about coming,” Fu Meng-po says, eyebrows cocked out from behind the frame of his sunglasses, “then it's not a kidnapping."
“You’re not fun,” Kuan-hung complains. “At all.”
The man in black knows the score, but who's counting?
Cornelius Hickey robs graves. Wouldn't you?
Ding Rong should have suspected scheming the moment he saw Wang Zhi in red.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.
Hickey and Crozier are soulmates, and it's the worst thing ever.
Sui Zhou's WeChat starts firing off around midday, which does at least immediately pare down the pool of potential suspects.
Is it him that courts such misfortune, Qingming wonders, neither for the first nor the last time in his long baned life, or is he the misfortune courted?