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    "story_excerpt": "Jio Yerrick was already halfway out Slefwerra Lyceum's door when the Overdraw made leaving academic. A tiefling in a college that too often valued pedigree as much or more than ability, he'd spent years being the most obviously talented student the masters least wanted to reward, and had responded e",
    "story": "Jio Yerrick was already halfway out Slefwerra Lyceum's door when the Overdraw made leaving academic. A tiefling in a college that too often valued pedigree as much or more than ability, he'd spent years being the most obviously talented student the masters least wanted to reward, and had responded exactly as you'd expect: by breaking every rule he could and being too good to expel for it. Conjuration was his focus, specifically the \"tricks\" the faculty considered unserious; the sideways paths of and through space, the \"how did you get in here\" of magic. He'd admired the recklessness of the \"Grand Binding\" Coriel and Nathair meant to attempt, but not its arrogance. It was an overreach even he thought to be foolish, and said so, loudly, to anyone who'd listen. Then he came to watch it anyway, because he could not stand to miss anything. Also part of him wanted to observe how it would fail, to take note, and keep an eye on Vessa, in case she did anything he had to get her out of. Not that she had yet. \n\nHis rivalry with Vessa was Slefwerra legend before the accident welded it into something permanent. They'd entered the same year and placed first and second in everything by turns. She was the meticulous deep-gnome prodigy who executed recipes and book-learned incantations flawlessly. He was an improviser who did everything differently each time, and got there first half the time out of sheer contrary brilliance. In their classes, they were the two who most wanted to be best, and the Overdraw did not cure either of them of it. They came out of the vault transfigured, bereaved, and still keeping score.\n\nThe change magnified what Jio already was. He figuratively and literally cuts doors in space now, reaching through the world's seams. He can step out of a blow, drop a swordthrust into a foe's own back, drop you through a hole in the floor to fall from a hole in the ceiling, all with the same delinquent grin he wore forging late-passes. If he stopped grinning he would have to feel the rest of it, and why do that? Jio doesn't believe in the Epic. He's heard Coriel called \"The Stormheld\" and Ozur \"The Furnace\", and himself, gods help him, \"The Doorcutter\", every word capitalized, and he thinks the titles are how people who did something lethally. stupid try to make it sound like destiny. He was there, it wasn't destiny. It was ambition, calculation, hubris, and a dozen people who should have gone home.\n\nThis makes him Coriel's foil. Where she leads from the front, Jio reaches for the exit, not from cowardice, but from conviction that the exit is what a group of committed believers forgets to hold open. He needles her, and questions the plan, no matter what the plan is. Underneath the sarcasm he's the most reliable person in the company for getting everyone out, because he's always thinking of how \"the right\" thing will fail, and what do you do if it does. He and Vessa still race each other into and back out of danger, and maybe one day, one of them finally admits they'd be lost without the other, but that day is yet far away.\n\nNathair, who feels almost nothing anymore, spends a fair share of what little emotion he has left on despising Jio. For being a tiefling, first; for his disrespect, second; and most of all for the doubt. The overdraw proved Jio right in the worst possible way, and Nathair, who believes he alone had the nerve to face the truths of the world cannot abide the one person who saw it sooner and clearer, and then insists on fighting it.\n\nWhich may, in the end, be the shape of Nathair's undoing. Nathair's cosmology is bounded by the infinities of the planes he knows: Material, Elemental, Astral, every one of them marking time by the same slowing clock. Entropy looks like the obvious only ending - from inside a house with a single door. But Jio, as he grows, is learning to cut doors *elsewhere*. Entropy is one direction a cosmos can fall, but there are planes of pure Chaos; an ending of disorder too, but nothing like the cold even nothing Nathair worships. There are planes of pure Order, static and crystalline and just as dead, diametrically opposed to both. What becomes of a man who believes in one inevitability when someone opens a door onto its opposite, and then a third, and then more. What of realms so vastly charged that Coriel could channel without limit, or so empty Ozur could swallow and shunt the strength of a god and barely glow? If the company ever has to end Nathair, Jio is the fulcrum for their attempt. Nathair will neither enjoy that reckoning nor survive it."
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