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2026-01-07
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2026-05-16
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Spring in Revachol

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YOU - You stand on the balcony of Rue De Saint-Ghislaine 33. The salt of the ocean, a hint of engine fumes and a strange kind of nostalgia are enveloping you.

KIM KITSURAGI - Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi, your partner and knight in shining orange jacket, stands next to you on the balcony in much the same way as he did one year ago. Both of you are staring at an apartment door.

HALF LIGHT - You have a BAD feeling about this.

 

or: One year later, Harry and Kim return to Martinaise to solve a convoluted murder mystery which ends up leading them into the heart of Revachol's homo-sexual underground, inevitably bringing them closer together.

Notes:

This is by far one of my biggest projects yet! I have an outline (which I'll hopefully stick to) and exams coming up which will likely prevent me from writing much, but I still wanted to start publishing this now.
I hope you enjoy! And I hope you're as much of a fan of murder mysteries as I am.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: PROLOGUE

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In which spring arrives.

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SPRING IN REVACHOL - It's been a year since you've last seen me. I've returned with blooming may bells and drowsy bees crawling out of the cracks in the concrete. My breath awakens the city. It quickens its pulse as the children of prostitutes run down Boogie Street barefoot and green buds break through black tree bark in the Pox. The winter must have been hard for you, but don't worry. I'm here now. I make the roadkill rot instead of letting it freeze to the ground. I'm here now and I reek of life.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Formidable: Success] - Somewhere in Jamrock, on the rooftop of an abandoned silk mill, two RCM officers stand leaning against the railing. Their gazes linger on the industrial area stretching out before them, a jumble of concrete and brick, gray and red geometric shapes. One of them is smoking and depressed. The other is just smoking.

JUDIT MINOT - "Something's wrong."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "Something's always wrong, Jude."

JUDIT MINOT - "Not that. You're worried you've made the wrong call."

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "I don't have time to fucking worry," he says, "Not about him."

JUDIT MINOT - She's silent. She knows he doesn't want her prying, but more importantly, she knows he'll tell her if she only lets him.

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "This case isn't big enough to warrant two of our goddamned best officers. It's barely a case! But of fucking course the shitkid has a hunch about this one and you know how he gets with his hunches."

ESPRIT DE CORPS - What he means by that is that you're not only insistent, but usually also right about your hunches. He is not happy about this fact, but he can't deny it.

JEAN VICQUEMARE - "If we are to send anyone to Martinaise, though—and we are!—it's either them or no one," he takes a drag of his cigarette, "For better or for worse, that's their territory now. And if it's the final straw that breaks the shitkid's mind… so fucking be it."

JUDIT MINOT - "Hm."

ESPRIT DE CORPS - Officer Judit Minot can tell that his nonchalance is a farce, but she won't bring it up. She's far too kind for that, especially this time of year.

SPRING IN REVACHOL - I'm here now and Lieutenant Jean Vicquemare envies the thawing roadkill.