CHAPTER 23 — THE x WEIGHT x OF x LIES
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NARDOX — ADMIN BLOCK, CHAMBER OF SUNS — MORNING
“Refinery three can’t divert another shipment without layoffs,” A union rep said. “You want to help Sylvanna? Help us keep people fed first.”
Soros didn’t sit behind the desk. He stood beside it, palms on steel, reading the man’s eyes instead of his file.
“We’ll split the shipment,” Soros said. “Half to Sylvanna, half stays home. We make up the shortfall with rail scrap from Vharon’s last overhaul. I’ve already put in the call.”
“That doesn’t exist on paper.”
“Then it’s not a problem yet.”
Rob cleared his throat from the doorway.
“You’re burning favors like they grow on trees.”
“Good thing we live near a forest,” Soros said.
Then, to the rep: “Bring me a list of workers who can do overtime without blowing their backs. I’ll get them hazard pay from the festival budget.”
“You’re robbing the Sun Festival?”
“I’m reallocating sunlight.”
The rep didn’t smile, but his shoulders lost tension. “I’ll have the list by night.”
When he left, Rob shut the door with his boot.
“That was three promises you’ll have to cash before morning.”
“Two and a half,” Soros said. “Vharon owes us from the rails deal.”
Rob leaned on the wall. “And if they pretend they don’t?”
“Then we stop pretending we don’t know why their trains never stop on time.”
Rob snorted. “You sound like one of us.”
“I am one.”
The bell in the hall struck the hour. Heat rolled through the floor like a reminder: Nardox didn’t wait for permission to hold.
NARDOX — EAST CORRIDOR, CHAMBER OF SUNS — MINUTES LATER
Kariah matched Imani’s pace without looking down at her notes.
“Security brief first,” Imani said. “Then logistics, then comms. You’ll handle the last one.”
“I thought I was shadowing, not speaking.”
“You thought wrong.” Imani’s mouth tugged, not quite a smile. “Sylvanna’s hosting their memorial. Half the world will be watching them. The other half will be watching us. Tell them what they need to hear.”
Kariah didn’t slow. “Which is?”
“That we’re steady.”
They turned the final corner to the small chamber—a table, a light, a handful of faces that actually ran things. Not the show. The work.
Kariah set her pad down. “Transit lines are clear. We can route aid through Hagg airspace if we stagger departures and keep manifests boring. Medical packs, filtration units, food bars. No ‘aether equipment’ in the text.”
“Because?” Rob asked from the back.
“Because Hagg watches for that term and taxes it like theft,” Kariah said. “We call them ‘thermal controls.’”
Imani nodded once proudly. “Good.”
Kariah glanced up at the status screen. The Sylvanna memorial broadcast was already framed—flowers, soft light, an anchor with practiced grief.
Kariah felt the heat of Nardox under her shoes, the same heat that lived in her brother’s heart.
The thought sharpened her voice.
“We’re not going to talk about the stolen sigil,” she said. “We won’t repeat Sylvanna’s mistake. We’ll show help moving, not words. The people didn’t ask for a story. They asked for the truth to stop costing them.”
Imani’s eyes found hers. Approval—quiet, real. “Then let’s get them that.”
BORDERLANDS — THE HIGH-NOON FREIGHT, LATER THAT SAME NIGHT
Beneath the glow of twin moons, the freight car shook on descent tracks now, grinding toward the river gap. Outside, the world was turning black and green — silhouettes of mountains stitched with lightning from distant storms.
Talla had stopped counting coins. Riven’s rhythm had gone quiet. Only Set was awake, gaze fixed on the small window slit where the rails disappeared into fog.
The broker from the docks stepped into view, hood low, walking like a man who had just became apart of something he wanted no role in. He stopped two meters away.
“You caused a mess,” he said.
“Didn’t ask for a sermon,” Set responded.
The broker’s gaze dipped to Talla’s bag and back. “Heard a collector in Zeraphen’s offering a vault for anything ‘unlabeled and luminous.’ He doesn’t ask questions.”
“We’re not interested,” Riven said, eyes still closed from his nap.
“Didn’t think so.” The broker’s mouth twitched.
“Then you’re going to Destiny.”
Silence. The car’s floor vibrated once as rails engaged.
"You have a connection?" Talla chimed in.
The broker jerked his chin toward the gap. “A boat that doesn’t stop for flags. You get one hour to decide. After that, it's just a rumor again.”
He left without waiting for an answer.
Riven let out a breath. “Feels like a trap.”
“Everything does,” Set said. “We move anyway.”
He looked past the trees to where the sky still stained faint gray. Questions about the stolen sigil had been in every mouth the last few nights. Now the mouths were tired. He pictured a council chamber with roots for a ceiling and lies for air. He didn’t feel guilty. He felt the clock.
“Jet when the rail stops." he said.
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