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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 22/03/2026

She counted up the tally marks and said, “That’s the seventh one this month. But that’s not fair when you keep making them. Palamedes will say you’re skewing the data.” “I never could help giving the girls what they wanted,” said Pyrrha.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 30/01/2026

Sometimes you found yourself standing, gorge risen, staring at the great sword left untidy and naked on the floor. You would not remember rising. You would not remember how you had come to be there. Sometimes you would forget who you were, and at recalling yourself, weep like a child.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 30/01/2026

The hand touched her face, her mouth, her eyebrows, smoothed her temples. As if knowing her thoughts by her face, the voice whispered: “Don’t. It’s very easy to die, Gideon the Ninth ... you just let it happen. It’s so much worse when it doesn’t. But come on, chicken. Not right now, and not yet.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 06/01/2026

What could she do with the little selfish thought that now Camilla and Palamedes were gone—even if they had left behind Paul, which was probably quite nice of them—and Pyrrha was broken somehow, it was hard to want to live, hard to want everyone else to live, even lovely Crown?

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 04/01/2026

It was the morning of the third day in a universe without her cavalier: it was the morning of the third day—and all the back of her brain could say, in exquisite agonies of amazement, was: She is dead. I will never see her again.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 28/12/2025

You may hate me all you wish; I still don’t even remember about you half the time.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 27/12/2025

“Lieutenant Crown Him with Many Crowns, good luck. Pyrrha Dve … I am amazed to say this, but I wish you luck. Nona … I wish you luck. You…” We Suffer paused. Camilla-and-Palamedes cocked their burnt head to one side. “Paul,” they suggested. “Paul. Good luck, Paul,” said We Suffer.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 26/12/2025

“I say, here’s to Pyrrha, the woman I cultivated a smoking habit to impress—the cavalier, the legend, the stone-cold fox … John, please stop joggling my elbow, I have heard stone-cold fox from your own holy lips.” The Emperor protested, “Respectfully! Respectfully.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 26/12/2025

“Good girl,” the voice was saying. “Oh, good girl. She’s got it, Gideon! And I’ve got you … Gideon of the golden eyes. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault … I’m so sorry. Stay with me,” the voice said more urgently, “stay with me.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 24/12/2025

“As you promised me, so I promise you—I will devote every resource I have to the attempt. Tell me what you need.” “A pair of scissors,” said Camilla. “Iris dye.” She looked at Nona’s button-up shirt, which was unbuttoned to show the T-shirt underneath. “And the blackest clothes you can find.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 09/12/2025

“Oh—” He used a word you did not understand. “Harrowhark, no theorems!” “Don’t be ridiculous. She can’t be using theorems,” said Mercy. “She’d be barely awake and it’s totally beyond her at this poi—John, stop her, she’s using theorems!!”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 09/12/2025

“But first, Griddle, I’m afraid I have to pass out.” And she crumpled neatly back onto the floor. Pure sentiment found Gideon kicking out one leg to catch her. She ended up lightly punting her necromancer on the shoulder but assumed that it was the thought that counted.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 09/12/2025

And so Alecto took that iron sword, and with one hand pierced John’s chest with it, even to the heart. At which John awakened and said, Annabel, good morning.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 08/12/2025

You found your mouth and eyes screwing up, as though against the light, or a sour taste; you could not help it. But the vile course of action was obvious. You leant down and—holy shit—kissed her squarely on the mouth. This, at least, she hadn’t expected—how could she, what the fuck—

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 07/12/2025

Camilla came through, and with her, upright and calm, was Harrow. For one wacky moment Gideon thought that she and Camilla had been holding hands and that today was one huge rash of interhousal hand fondling, but then she realised that their wrists were cuffed together.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 06/12/2025

“Oh, I’m Camilla’s partner. But I can’t stay.” “I see! Lovely to meet you,” said the Angel, unaware of how her eyebrows betrayed her, like everyone else in the world to Nona seemed unaware of how their eyebrows betrayed them, by immediately saying plain as day: Camilla?? Really??? Camilla????

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 06/12/2025

Harrow, the last time I chose to die, I died with your face the last thing I ever looked at. Let me tell you a secret: it was easy to die thinking I wouldn’t have to see you go. It was so easy to check out before you did.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 05/12/2025

“Hail to the Lady of the Ninth House,” warbled a voice delightedly, bringing the count of people who had ever been happy to see Harrow up to three. “Hail to her cavalier. Oh, hail, hail! Hail to the child of the far-off and shadowed jewel of our Empire! What a very—happy—day.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 04/12/2025

She looked back beyond, and she saw Anastasia, tucked where nobody would find her: Anastasia, all bones. Not really Anastasia. But Anastasia’s body without the meat on it, snuggled right into the curve of the rock, ready to close the door whenever it was opened. She remembered Anastasia.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 15/08/2025

Then everything changed, abruptly, forever. Harrowhark fell in love.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 04/08/2025

“This won’t work,” she said. “I’ve never had to work with something so small before.” “That’s what she said,” murmured Gideon, sotto voce.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 02/08/2025

Then she counted, and at the end of five counts there was Pyrrha at the door saying, “Ah, my darling hearts, my sleeping babes, Daddy’s own treasures,” and Camilla saying without opening her eyes, “Go to bed. I just got her to sleep.” Nona fell asleep and was happy.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 02/08/2025

I KISSED YOU AND LATER I WOULD KISS HIM TOO BEFORE I UNDERSTOOD WHAT YOU WERE, AND ALL THREE OF US LIVED TO REGRET IT—BUT WHEN I AM IN HEAVEN I WILL REMEMBER YOUR MOUTH, AND WHEN YOU ROAST DOWN IN HELL I THINK YOU WILL REMEMBER MINE

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 02/08/2025

“You’re a nice girl,” the Lyctor said. “I had a nice girl as a cavalier too … once. She died for me. What can you do?”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 15/07/2025

You know the worst part? She cried. She and A— both cried. In each other’s arms, like babies. They were so fucking scared. And I was right there, and I couldn’t do piss. Everything I was and everything I had done, and I couldn’t do a damned thing.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 14/07/2025

Magnus said quickly: “Jeanne said to tell Gideon hi. If you see her before we do—” “Though try not to with any great hurry,” said the Fifth spirit-caller.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 14/07/2025

“Or—you can go back home again,” he said. “I have not assumed you’ll agree with me. I will not force you or buy you. I will keep covenant with your House whether you come with me or stay at home.” Harrow said, “We can’t go home again.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 13/07/2025

“Have you been eating sand again?” “I haven’t eaten sand in months,” Nona protested, then more truthfully: “Weeks,” and more truthfully than that: “One week.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 12/07/2025

There was no betrayal of any emotion on his face: not the surprise that had dawned over his heavy-lidded eyes earlier, nor anger, nor even dissatisfaction. He caught your gaze. You held his. And the Saint of Duty lifted his lit cigarette to you in an unmistakable salute.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 12/07/2025

Harrow said— “I cannot do this.” “You already did it,” said Gideon. “It’s done. You ate me and rebuilt me. We can’t go home again.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 12/07/2025

Ulysses was for a dog my nana had when I was a child. I worshipped that dog. He was the bravest dog I’d ever met. Half Chihuahua, half pug. Nan called him Ulysses S. Grunt. Died from eating too much pizza. The dog, I mean. Nan died of pneumonia when I was a teenager.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 11/07/2025

Looking deep into the eyes of the cavalier she murdered, you realised, not for the first time, and not willingly, that Ianthe Tridentarius was beautiful.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 10/07/2025

He smiled, and with that strange alchemy he was made lovely, his grey eyes bright and clear. Palamedes entered the sickroom.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 09/07/2025

P— said I looked like a Māori TV Pink Panther. C— said I looked like Edward Cullen from that old Twilight movie, if Edward Cullen had the body of a history teacher. A— said I looked cool. He was the only one.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 09/07/2025

Why, your fist is so big, and my butthole is so small.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 10/06/2025

Gideon almost felt sorry for her: hood and paint and robes on the priesthood around her had put her off dinners at the same age. But the teen stuck her awful courage to its sticking place, breathed out hard through her teeth, and blurted very quietly: “Ninth ... how big are your biceps?”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 09/06/2025

“She has lovely hair. And when she hugs you she smells like cinnamon, and her breasts feel nice, and she’s so big and pretty.” Palamedes looked at her, and then he took the notepad out of Camilla’s capacious pockets. Nona despaired: there was always a tick somewhere if she mentioned breasts.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 18/05/2025

She dug her hands into the mattress and she cried for Gideon Nav.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 17/05/2025

Harrow said, “But you’re God.” And God said, “And I am not enough.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 19/04/2025

He took the knife and he scored her finger, saying, “Not much longer,” and he pressed her own bloody finger to her cool and bloody mouth, and he said, “Don’t look back. Whatever you do, don’t look back,” and they huddled their heads together, they rested their heads on each other’s shoulders.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 19/04/2025

“I am not perfection yet, when it comes to meat,” you said. “I’m not saying I wouldn’t be close … but you want something I can’t give. Nor is it something I’m prepared to give. Being honest, I am mildly disgusted you asked. Is there soup left in the kitchen?”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 19/04/2025

Her cavalier tried the door marked Response, but it wouldn’t move and there didn’t seem to be a conventional touchpad. Harrow said, “It won’t open like that, Nav. Come with me, and don’t touch anything.” Gideon went with Harrow and did not touch anything.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 19/04/2025

He demanded: “Tell me how to do it, and I’ll do it.” Camilla said, “Go loud.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 19/04/2025

“But you might do it,” she said, softly. You saw her looking at the necklet of bone that peeked out from the collar of your shirt, the top of your homebrew exoskeleton. “You could do it, Harrowhark. And maybe I’d even let you, seeing as we’re comrades-in-arms. Seeing as we’re intimates.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 10/04/2025

“I didn’t want to do it either … I didn’t want to do it at all … but I was dying. Loveday—she was my cavalier—she and I thought it could make me live. Instead I’ve just kept dying, all this time. No, you wouldn’t have done it, and you’re smart not to. You can’t do that to somebody’s soul.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 09/04/2025

Abruptly, Nona threw her third tantrum.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 08/04/2025

For a long time she pressed her face into the wet patch of mattress she had cried into, and smelled the old stuffing, and felt the grief that had multiplied into a universe.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 07/04/2025

Twenty-five, thought Gideon, distantly ignoring the ugly twist beneath Harrow’s veil that promised that there would be much to talk about later and that it would not go well for Gideon. Twenty-five years, and Harrowhark was probably going to live forever.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · 06/04/2025

Nona had broken. Her only use was translating, and there she was, listening to the most important conversation that had ever been had, and she was not translating.

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