The north district lost its second support body in a single week, and what it had left was four women, a hammer, plus no intention of losing anything else.
The feed cut between the two fronts on a slow alternation, river plus north, north plus river.
The whole city understood it was watching one family hold two failing worlds apart by hand.
Loccy stood at the reopened rift with her hammer planted, looking at the widening gap where the clone had been mid-brace.
Then she made the announcement to her front like a foreman at shift start.
"Change of plan for this front, effective immediately. The four of us standing here are the plan now."
The link carried it to the river chamber, where a man on three Rings held a staggering heart, plus it was the best sentence anyone sent all day.
The sentence went on the feed's permanent board within the hour, quoted by people who had never watched this stream before the week began.
