Marlowe
Wrench dropped the exhibition flyer on my workbench like it was nothing, which was, by now, exactly how he delivered every piece of news that actually mattered.
"Inter-club showcase. Three states, biggest names in the business." He tapped the entry form. "Yours, if you want it. Frame you finished last month's more than good enough."
I stared at the flyer, heart doing something complicated. "This isn't an Ironclad Wolves thing. This is—"
"This is your name, not the club's. First real shot you'll get at proving what you can do outside these walls." He said it plain, no ceremony, exactly the way he delivered everything that mattered most. "Up to you."
I signed the entry form before I let myself second-guess it.
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Reid volunteered to help with logistics the same afternoon, whi
