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  1. Public Bookmark 46

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    They'd only just ambled into the Kalhn textile shop when Qifrey caught sight of the short young woman working. She had a round face, rosy cheeks, flaxen hair. Her eyes had locked on Olruggio as soon as they’d entered.

    Olruggio, for his part, thumbed through dyed wool samples as though he hadn't noticed. He likely wouldn't.

    But Qifrey always noticed. Sometimes this left him as a voyeur: staring at someone staring at someone else. But other times, like today, his fixed presence at Olruggio’s side made him an involved party. There was always a delay, then a moment in which Qifrey became visible and the women realized he might be of help. Some of them were too scared to approach Olruggio outright—they’d built up a more intimidating version of him in their heads, had never heard him laugh wildly or watched dimples form when he smiled. Instead, they’d set their sights on Qifrey. Talk to him, or at least look at him imploringly, as though getting in his good graces might earn them the Torch’s attention.

    He never felt like helping them.

    or: Qifrey gets jealous.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    Gaelic proverb: the world will come to an end, but love and music will go on.

    To attend his cousin's wedding, Olruggio brings the atelier to Ghodrey.

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    05 Jun 2026

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    "You don't have to wait up, by the way," Olruggio tells him. "I'm spendin' the night at Hiehart's. Should be back by tomorrow afternoon."

    Qifrey rejects Olruggio for the first time and deals with the consequences.

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    02 Jun 2026

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    “You know,” Olruggio says, roughly. He doesn’t move to take Qifrey’s hand again. “You know. You can’t not know, Qifrey.”

    Qifrey just looks at him. “I do.”

    The rain continues falling.

    (And so Olruggio forgets. And he inevitably figures it out again, because of course he does; and he inevitably chooses to forget again, and again, and again, because his heart is always the same. The story is always the same. Like a tale from under a silverwood tree, like a myth from the days of old, not so much tied by the constraints of the narrative so much as being narrative itself. Antigone must bury her brother. Iphigenia must be put to death. At a thousand turns, in a thousand ways, Orpheus must turn, and he must look, again, and again.

    And Olruggio forgets.)

    There is an old story about a witch and a silverwood tree.

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    02 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 13

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    He thinks it ironic that Olruggio’s kindness is his salvation and his undoing—the link that keeps him alive and the torturous burden that prevents his peace.

    He ought to be angry at him. He thinks a part of him is.

    But time tempers all emotions, and, even back then, Qifrey couldn’t find the energy to stay angry at him for long. It was Olruggio’s nature, after all, to sacrifice himself on the altar if it meant saving one more life.

    (On Olruggio, and the nature of their relationship, as seen by Qifrey.)

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    01 Jun 2026