Bagel Studio

She reads the enemy's mail

The fixer who never draws

They fight the war from underneath

First in, when the forest burns

Holds the ward till dawn

Digs where the war gets dirty

One world's trash, their living

The last kind face

A serious-eyed young woman in Regency white muslin — a Jane Austen protagonist w

One last job between brothers

The one you call when it's already gone wrong.

A healer for the end of the road

Keeper of the old rules

They drive the great herds

Up from the black at last

Three generations, one crossing

She does the falling

Two hand-drawn gentlemen in terrible suits

One lamp, wet stone, and everything the main street never sees.

Noir in sodium and drizzle - the neon never came.