The instructions on the board were almost diagrammatic, no unnecessary context, designed with the economy of someone who had written this kind of instruction enough times to know exactly which information was needed and which wasn’t.
What to watch for from position seventeen. When the shift changed and what the handoff looked like. What to do if the pressure exceeded the manageable threshold before the next rotation arrived.
The soldier also reading the new board at the same time as Ren had the age of someone who was also new but had been in the sector long enough for it to have become familiar, someone who had passed through the first year and come out on the other side with a working knowledge of how things ran.
His name was Dunn.
What Dunn knew about Ren was exactly what Vehn knew about Ren: that he was a weird name on the third shift list for position seventeen.
"First week?" asked Dunn, without taking his eyes off the board.
"First week," Ren confirmed.
"Third shift has wind at the top of position seventeen," said Dunn, with the neutrality of someone sharing useful information without attaching any judgment. "Not much... But cold."
"Thanks."
Dunn nodded and went toward his position.
Ren went toward his.
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The wall from position seventeen of the third shift of the southwest barracks had a specific view that no official document described, because it wasn’t the kind of view that official documents considered relevant.
The way the light of that hour reached the outer edge of the forest before the darkness of the territory took over, producing a space of about twenty minutes where the line of magic trees started, both things coexisted reflected on the shiny new wall, where what was inside the wall and what was outside it were briefly in the same light, before the transition completed and the territory became the light show the territory became at night.
The tamers who had spent enough time at that position knew that this was exactly the window when the creatures outside calculated whether the day was worth attempting.
Watching the light change the way the soldiers watched it change, from the other side of the same boundary.
Vehn had been right.
The wall as an assignment was different from the wall as support.
When you came as support you arrived just as long as the fight was active, knowing you were going to leave as soon as it was not.
Not only did that make the time go by faster... That knowledge was in everything, in how you held your attention, in what you allowed yourself to notice, in how the hours felt. When you were assigned, the wall was simply where you were now, and the hours had a different weight because there was no close departure point they were building toward.

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