Tradition

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From the journal of Antha St. Clare


January 2, 1925

Well, it took more than eighteen hours, but Frederick and I have finally welcomed our daughter into the world. She was born on New Year's Day, which I consider a good sign. It's a time of renewal and new beginnings, a perfect time to bring a new life into our home.

We've decided to name her Julianna, after the Italian saint. Since she's to be our last, Frederick agreed that I may be in charge of her education when she's old enough to attend school. That means the best tutors, the best prep schools, and finally the best university. I would like to see her become a Watcher, as I have been and my mother was before me. It's a proud tradition, one I hope she passes on to her future daughter.

It was a difficult pregnancy. My doctor kept me on bed rest for most of it, which meant my duties had to be re-assigned. I hope to return to the field once Julianna is older. I'll have to keep her close if I want to groom her, but I don't intend to shirk my calling. She'll know the secret of the work one day, know it and accept her place in the Council's ranks.

I look forward to helping her discover her path.

Midsommer's Night Run

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It was almost as regular as clockwork, heading up to Searchlight on a Wednesday night for a few beers and a game or two. Cian went to the Golden Nugget, probably the most regular watering hole, for someone who didn't have regular places. Sometimes he went all the way to Vegas, but usually didn't bother. The noise of the big casinos usually hurt his ears, and the smell of fumes on the strip was something he could do without.

Like this Wednesday, when he just went up to the bar and ordered himself a beer, taking it over to a table and sitting down. After taking a long swig he leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out in front of him, as he continued to survey the other occupants of the place.