[writing] Tourbillon progris riport, day 27

Today’s wordage: 3,100
Today’s writing time: 2 hours
Total wordage: 101,500
Total writing time: 60 hours

WIP:

The Brass did not mince his next words. “Ottweill I have seen just this morning at the diggings. Al-Wazir was taken by the Chinese in Mogadishu over a month ago and must surely be dead.”

“Then I have failed him,” Kitchens said. “It was I who sent him back to the Wall, to see to Ottweill’s safety.”

“You are the spymaster?”

“No, no. I just saw to his training and arranged his orders. The true purpose was from much higher up.”

Purpose, Boaz thought. Everything was down to purpose. The will of man, walking freely amid the world of God. “Well, for my part,” he said, “I am very sorry to see the chief at an end.”