The customs house · after dark
The salt ledger
Closing time. Between Tuesday and Wednesday in your ledger is a page that wasn’t there this morning, the ink still soft: the Patient Gull, berth nine, “one passenger, returned”.
Berth nine has been empty since the storm. At the foot of the page is your name.
- You chose: Tear the page out.
- Take the lamp to berth nine.
- Write beneath your name.
The salt ledger: Tear the page out.
It comes away too easily, as if it wanted to.
At dawn the harbourmaster finds the torn edge. He doesn’t ask. He only looks at you and says, “Keep it dry.”
What does he know?
Make it yours
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- Tear the page out.
- You chose: Take the lamp to berth nine.
- Write beneath your name.
The salt ledger: Take the lamp to berth nine.
The berth is empty, but the rope is new, tied in a knot only your family uses.
Behind you, the customs house lamp is lit. Someone is at your desk.
Who else knows that knot?
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- Tear the page out.
- Take the lamp to berth nine.
- You chose: Write beneath your name.
The salt ledger: Write beneath your name.
You write: Who are you?
Slowly, as if breathed onto the page, an answer rises: Someone you’ve waited eleven years for. Meet the tide.
Eleven years. Your brother?
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The lamp room · first watch
The keeper’s light
You’ve come to replace the keeper. Forty years on this rock; time he came ashore.
He trims the wick and doesn’t turn. “She’s due at the third watch.” Every night in his logbook ends the same: Watched for the Halcyon. She did not come.
- You chose: Tell him there is no Halcyon.
- Keep the watch with him.
- Read the logbook’s first page.
The keeper’s light: Tell him there is no Halcyon.
“No,” he agrees. “There’s no record. I made sure of that.”
He hands you the logbook, and goes down the stairs.
Why erase a ship?
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- Tell him there is no Halcyon.
- You chose: Keep the watch with him.
- Read the logbook’s first page.
The keeper’s light: Keep the watch with him.
Hours of dark. Then, far past the reef, a light answers the lamp: once, twice, gone.
“You saw it,” he says. “Good. Now there are two of us.”
Two of you, for what?
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- Tell him there is no Halcyon.
- Keep the watch with him.
- You chose: Read the logbook’s first page.
The keeper’s light: Read the logbook’s first page.
A child’s hand: Papa went out on the Halcyon. I lit the lamp so he could find home.
Forty years old. Beneath it, in his hand: Still lit.
Will you light it tomorrow?
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The camp · before sunrise
The missing water
Eleven casks. There should be twelve. Every seal whole.
By the wheel, a small round print, neither camel nor person. Two days to the next well. Twenty-three people drink from your casks.
- You chose: Tell everyone, now.
- Say nothing. Pour every cup short.
- Follow the small prints.
The missing water: Tell everyone, now.
The camp goes quiet. Then the old dyer pours half her cup back. One by one, so does everyone.
Only the guide doesn’t move. He’s looking at the prints you didn’t mention.
How does he know?
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- Tell everyone, now.
- You chose: Say nothing. Pour every cup short.
- Follow the small prints.
The missing water: Say nothing. Pour every cup short.
Only a girl of ten notices.
At noon she opens her hand: a cask seal, unbroken, stamped with your mark. You never made a thirteenth.
Who is making your seals?
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- Tell everyone, now.
- Say nothing. Pour every cup short.
- You chose: Follow the small prints.
The missing water: Follow the small prints.
Over the dune, half buried: your twelfth cask. Full. A circle scratched into it, an arrow pointing east, off the road.
On the crest behind you, someone stands against the sunrise.
Who wanted you to find it?
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