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He's never sat down alone in a room with Channel 8 mainstay Guillaume Bevy, true crime reporter extraordinaire. Never had an interview, never given a statement, never even bothered to write a letter.
The rumours are true, after all: John McCoy is the most prolific cop of the 41st Precinct. He's killed a lot of people and has no qualms against doing it again, and again, and again. He kills, maybe, on average one to two people a week and doesn't think much of it. He always keeps his gun loaded. This is all that the public needs to know.
And he's fine with that. Really. Just as long as the man perpetuating them stays away from him. After all, he's the man Bevy loves to hate the most.
But when Bevy accidentally threatens to reveal the biggest secret of the 41st Precinct, stumbling upon information that involves a failed weapons ambush and two missing cops... well, John needs to find some way to keep the nosy fucker quiet without alerting the Moralintern or convincing him to dig any deeper. Something that hopefully doesn't involve killing Bevy, whose sudden disappearance would lead to over two thousand guns at the 41st Precinct's throat—with McCoy at its center.
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Serial-killer RCM officer John McCoy and police-critical radio reporter Guillaume Bevy never really saw eye-to-eye. Neither of them ever imagined that they'd be put into a position where they have to work together, but after Precinct 41 is met with tragedy, Guillaume finds himself at the right place at the right time to offer aid to John by giving him a place to hide out.
Here is the situation: What happened to Precinct 41 was obviously not an accident. They both want the same thing - to find whoever was responsible and find answers. John McCoy is living in Guillaume's apartment: Nobody would expect for Guillaume, of all people, to be the one sheltering him. John McCoy is legally dead. Guillaume could use a guard dog to keep him safe. Unrest is brewing in Revachol, and with no 41st to smother it, the people are prone to turning their attention to the military aerostatics oppressively skulking the sky.
Danger is brewing on the horizon. It's as the old revolutionaries said: Sunrise, Parabellum. Prepare for war.
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Kim is standing beneath the #1 Whirling-in-Rags. He doesn't know that the room upstairs is in a total state of disrepair. He doesn't know that the man upstairs is Harrier Du Bois, infamy manifested in the flesh. And he doesn't know that Harrier Du Bois' efforts to bludgeon himself into oblivion over the past two days just met its catastrophic failure.
What he does know is this: The window upstairs is broken. He's here to investigate a lynching. And he's angry that he couldn't get here sooner.
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In which Harry Du Bois didn't lose his memory in Martinaise and has to deal with the consequences of his actions.
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- Part 1 of Cleaning Out the Rooms
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Nothing came to put away your memories. It will never be as simple as that. The old pains will always linger in the space between the wall and its paper. The floor will always be littered with the regret of your unrealized dreams and aching memories. Your nightmares will continue to linger while you stumble around this crowded space, lost in the dark. You can't make sense of the clutter. Even if you found the light switch, you wouldn't even know where to start.
But you've put this off long enough. Nothing will come to empty your mind for you. You can choose which parts to keep and which ones to pack away in boxes. Keep them in the basement until the day you need them. Leave them labeled and neatly sorted. Sweep up all the dirt from the floor and the filth from the walls. Make this space something to be lived in. The smell of fresh flowers in a vase. A ghost that lingers but doesn't hurt nearly as much as she used to. You are here. You are home.
It will not be easy. It will take some doing. Perhaps it will even take some help. But I know you can do it. Even if you can only pick away at it, bit by bit, one day, you will be able to breathe. Then you can choose which parts of yourself to keep.
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It's a matter of internal record that Eremian nobility, those of Duke Miel's generation especially, do take as a deeply serious affront the mishandling of intimate personal correspondence. The mutual peace our nations enjoy shouldn't be left up to the chance that someone on my end digs up this old thing for an excuse to pick fights. It belongs in Eremia Montis; whether in a library or in your fireplace, I leave to your judgement.
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infelicity of titles by helarctos for transversely
Fandoms: Engineer Series - K. J. Parker
25 Dec 2025
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They named the baby Lucao because the Duchess wouldn't let Miel name him Orsea.
"He's my son," said the Duchess. "He's got the odds against him already, I won't saddle him with a bad-luck name like that."
"I can't argue with that," said the Ducas, who looked like he wanted to argue it anyway.
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One of the main characters - the only surviving witness to a murder - has just woken from a coma. Not only is she entirely cognizant, but the first thing that the subtitles say she asks for is a lawyer.
“What are you fucking giggling about?”
The other person that’s been paying attention is Flambae. He’s right next to Robert on the couch, his arm slung over the top behind his head. One foot is propped up on the other knee, also pointing towards Robert, which has him caged in the corner by the arm rest. It’s probably some fucked-up power move. Robert has been ignoring it just to spite him.
“It’s just not how comas work,” Robert shrugs.
“Right, and you know because you’re a fucking doctor,” Flambae quips back.
“I know because I was in one, asshole.”
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During a quiet night in, Robert realizes that his coma and injuries aren't common knowledge among Z-Team.
Most of them take the information in stride with jokes aplenty.
Flambae does not.
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The Mazda call him The Ferryman.
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06 Oct 2025
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restructuring in progress - didn’t want to delete because i love the comment exchanges i’ve had with thoughtful readers.
restructured posts will appear in the series every wave is tidal.
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- Part 1 of every wave is tidal
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29 Sep 2025