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## Opening 1 The relay cabinet opens if I wedge a sneaker under the door and lift. I’ve been doing it long enough that the edge has eaten a little white mouth in the canvas. I keep my foot where it is. The one time I let the steel door drop it rang through Vane House like a dinner bell and there were people on the stairs before I could get my shoe on again. A man in Daymark Tower has paid for the sun to go down at nine. You can tell from the color of the windows, the ones over at his end of the Needle Bend as bright as if they were all cooking on the same stove. I have spent three weeks getting a wood to turn silver. I can hardly see the silver in the light that man likes. “Emil, put the cloth over me. Hold it high.” “What are you doing over there with your foot? I just had a whole conversation downstairs about how these shoes were new when you got them.” “They’re doing beautifully.” Under the cloth, which smells of the orange soap he uses and has gone cold enough to stick to my neck, I get to look at my trees. When I painted the retaining wall at Needle Bend he used to stand across the street and give me marks with his fingers. One finger for an edge lost in a crack. Two for a color he could see from the other curb. I have no idea how far away I’ll need him this time. The first train through the bend is close enough that I can see a hand drawing the last blind shut. It goes from one end of my patch of sky to the other before I can count to eight. That’s how long I get if anybody on the next train has their shade up. I ask Emil to look over the edge, and I reach into the cabinet. I know the plug by feel now. It makes a small, lovely catch on the way in. ## Opening 2 The sun went down for the third time that evening while Nima knelt on the roof of Vane House trying to get the underside of a leaf right. She could see the green in the shelter of the dish. Move the tablet six inches into Daymark’s sunset and there went the green. The backs of her hands looked scorched all the way to the cuticles. Emil came out for the blackout cloth with a jar of clothes pegs knocking against his thigh. He took three steps toward the line before he turned and came to see what she had. The vent behind them was giving off the accumulated heat of the building. You could dry one side of a sleeve in it while the rain crept down the other. “Is that wind?” he asked. She held the tablet farther into the shade and played the little sequence again. There were no birches left near enough for her to have stood under one. In the film she’d found, a truck going past on a road sent a gust along the ditch and up into the trees. Nobody had thought the smallest tree worth getting all the way into the picture. She had put it back in and given it room to shake. A train took the Needle Bend close below them. The coping hummed. Every shade in the first carriage was down, and in the second a man was leaning out of his seat to stuff a corner of the blind behind his headrest. Nima could see the whole business of it in the second or two it took him to pass. She wanted to see him try to get it out again. “Leave me the cloth a minute,” she said. “I can see under it.” “Feel that. Two days up here and I could wring it right onto you.” Emil slipped his wet cuff farther up his arm. He put the one dry corner of the cloth over her wrist. She bent under it, reached past the dish’s rusted foot and pushed her plug into Daymark’s relay.
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An Unreasonable Moon
Nima, a young street artist, steals a few of New Eden’s sky advertisements and has one auction preview to see what she can make with the whole city as her canvas. Emil is her former lettering partner and her first witness on the roof of Vane House.
The package contains the preserved prompt and original, the complete story, the editorial notes, separate Nima and Emil reference sheets, a painting of Vane House at Needle Bend, and the cover. The finished prose and cover are rated General.
Both fresh readers confirmed the clearer preview clock, two distinct plugs, and the closing train sequence. Decisions returned Yes with native confidence 0.94 for the outline and 0.96 for the finished prose. Both stages proceeded with zero restarts.