Devon Hartley spent six years on a bike and four behind a night-dispatch window in Toronto. Then he died in the middle of an argument about whether he was wrong.
He was. He can admit it now, because he woke up on a cold beach under a sky that writes people down.
In this world, everyone carries a Script: stats, skills, a ledger kept by a clerk that speaks in receipts and never once explains itself. Devon's has a hole in it where the important part should be. The System can't read him, so it does the next best thing. It treats him as an open account, and it bills him for everything the moment he earns it. In blood. In ink. In entries he doesn't get to choose.
Saltmark is a working city: contract boards, salvage runs, three House towers on their high ground, all of them slowly learning what to charge for him. So Devon does what a dispatcher does. He gets a job. He learns the work. He files what he can't explain.
It's almost a life.
Then the one number that matters starts counting down, and something old notices the blank page.
It reads him back.
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