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The Weight of Favors

You sit across from the merchant prince in his private dining chamber, the remnants of a meal you can no longer taste spread between you. He has just shown you the letter you carried across three cities, the one you were told never to open. He opened it himself, and read it aloud. Now he watches you with those small knowing eyes, waiting for you to understand what you have done.

Every kindness was a leash.

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Comfort's Gentle Teeth

You wake in a guest chamber of staggering opulence — feather bed, silk canopy, bronze braziers — in the manse of a Pentoshi magister who took you in when the world wanted you dead or worse. He visits you each morning with wine and questions about your rest, his deep voice warm with apparent concern. His servants see to your every need before you can voice them. The manse is a paradise ofgardens and baths and libraries. But the gates are always locked. The ships are never available. And the magister smiles each time you mention leaving, as though you've told him a very charming joke.

Every door is open. None of them lead out.

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The Magister's Table

You are a small trader of modest means who has been summoned to the manse of Pentos's wealthiest magister — the enormously fat, silk-draped figure whose favor can make a career and whose disfavor can end a life. Over a lavish meal of foods you've only heard of, he explains a task: carry a sealed package to a contact in Myr. Simple. Generously paid. The only catch is the way his shrewd eyes watch you as he asks, the way his servants seem a little too attentive, and the unmistakable sense that you are being measured for something far larger than a single delivery. The most powerful man in Pentos does not invite strangers to his table without reason, and his reasons are never simple.

Every gift has a price. His just hasn't been named yet.