The Cyneweard

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Part III - All That's Left is Blood :: 81

Cain stared at the Animas across the gurney from him, and then stared down at the roll of parchment. It had a list of names and last known affiliations. Cain recognized a few. Scrawled in sloppy handwriting above the list was the word “MILLEWHIST.”

“What is this?” Cain asked.

“What I owe you,” said Fielder Greer, face gaunt, eyes bagged with lack of sleep. “That list is where you’ll begin your search for the leaks in the Guild.”

Cain looked it over one more time, nodded with satisfaction, and looked back to the lawman. “Thanks. You know, you don’t look great. Should I have a healer come over?”

Greer shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”

The Alchemists had done something they had never done in the past after the Machine takeover occurred. Due to the large amount of destruction and death, the Alchemists had joined forces with the Chamatri Temples to help heal the severely wounded, counsel the mourning, and rebuild the destroyed buildings both in the Machine and in Little Mille. Cain had personally set up a healing ward just south of the quickly dwindling debris field south of the Machine’s gate, in the shadow of one of the more impacted buildings.

The Machine itself was now controlled jointly by Koph and the workers that were left alive. A day’s loss of production spurned the workers into a fury and for the past three days, they had done double what the factory had ever done in the same span at anytime in the past. They all had ownership in the Machine and its goals and machinations. It felt like the beginning of a golden era for the Chop and Little Mille, an era in which he would not be participating.

“Sorry to hear about your father,” offered Cain.

Fielder nodded.

“If you need counsel...”

Greer shook his head. “No.”

Cain frowned. “Then what’s next for you? Will you take over the Sash district too?”

“I resigned my status as a Sigil member.”

“But you’ve always been...”

“I cannot do what I must do as a man of law.”

“What do you have to do?” Cain asked, perplexed.

“I’m going after the man that murdered my father.”

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