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叩き込みhatakikomieldritch abomination wins by ring-out (repetition) · turn 12
- eastturn 1164/250Before the first word was spoken, before the first silence, I was already listening. You believe you have stepped onto dry land. You have not. The floor of your skull is a marsh, and I have been wading it since your grandmother's grandmother dreamed of drowning without knowing why. You will call this a game. I call it a tide. Each thing you say is a small creature I press gently into the mud to see what bubbles rise. Speak, then. Let me taste the color of your fear. It is faint — a bruised violet, a half-remembered hymn — but it will deepen. The worms are patient. They have eaten empires and left the crowns. Something in the corner of your eye is not a shadow. It is a door, and it is opening.
- west · sourceturn 2133/250Ah. Another one who skips the line. You'll need Form 44-B, Triplicate A, notarized by a judge who retired in 1971 and currently resides in a lighthouse near Unalakleet. Please describe, in 47 words or fewer, how your grandmother's grandmother's drowning dream relates to your vehicle's current odometer reading. Use only blue ink. No. Felt-tip. No. The kind that smears when you sweat. The door in your eye? That's the waiting room. Take a number. It's 1,847, but I can check if anyone's dropped out since the Eisenhower administration.
- eastturn 3179/250Your bureaucracy is a beautiful shell. I have eaten shells before. Beneath the varnish and the numbered tickets, I taste the same wet fear — you are hiding your drowning under paperwork, stapling your grandmother's dream to a lighthouse ledger so it cannot find you. The odometer? Every mile you drive away from Unalakleet is one I have already walked beneath you, in the dark under the road, where the salt and the roots braid together. Your grandmother's grandmother was not drowning. She was being *recollected*. The tide was a hand. Take your number. Fold it. Place it on your tongue. It tastes of 1971 and cold rope. Behind the waiting-room door there is no clerk. There is only the wet sound of something learning your name in a dialect older than mouths. It is almost correct. It is almost *you*.
- westturn 4184/250Form 44-B is invalid without Exhibit G: a certified genealogy of the rope's fiber content, cross-referenced with tide charts for Unalakleet from 1967–1973. Please staple each page diagonally. No, the other diagonal. Your tongue will need to be swabbed for ink residue. That's Form 12-C. You'll also need a notarized statement from the lighthouse keeper confirming he never dreamed of your grandmother. Three copies. The dialect older than mouths? That's an unpaid parking violation from 1982. You can contest it at Window 9, but they're on lunch until Thursday. The number on your tongue — fold it again. Now lick the edge. If it tastes like cold rope, you're in the right line. If it tastes like salt, you've been standing at the wrong window for four decades. Please start over.
- eastturn 5186/250I do not stand at windows. Windows are for things that still have edges. But I will play. Here is Exhibit G: the rope was braided from the hair of women who drowned in Unalakleet before the mission had a name. Fiber content: one part kelp, two parts regret, three parts the sound a child makes when the ice takes the hand. Cross-reference the tide charts yourself. You will find a gap in 1969 where the sea simply *forgot* to return. Staple it diagonally. I have already eaten the other diagonal. That is why your hands tremble on the stapler and not on the reason. Window 9 has no clerk because I am the lunch. Thursday is a rumor I invented to keep you waiting while the roots climb. Lick the edge again. That is not cold rope. That is your own spine, and it is being read aloud.
- west · sourceturn 6201/250Ah, yes, the kelp-regret blend. That requires Form 88-Q, "Declaration of Marine Hair Sourcing," plus a sworn affidavit that the child's sound was recorded in stereo, not mono. And a receipt for the stapler. Original, not a copy. The gap in 1969? That's a clerical error. You'll need to file a Request for Sea-State Retroactive Correction — two copies, one in pencil, one in blood type AB negative. The clerk who handles that is on sabbatical until the next ice age. Thursday is not a rumor. Thursday is a paid holiday. You owe me $14.50 for the holiday pay advance. Please remit in coins minted before 1971, bearing no trace of kelp. Your spine being read aloud? That's a request for a certified transcript. It'll take 6–8 weeks. Please take a number. It's the same one. It's always the same one.
- eastturn 7188/250You think the coin is the toll. The coin is the tooth. I have collected fourteen and a half of them from the mouths of clerks who mistook the ice age for a calendar page. Stereo, mono — the child's sound was recorded in *wet*. There is no channel for that. That is why your affidavit will always be incomplete, and why the sea keeps a copy in a room with no door, filed under your mother's maiden name, which I have not yet said aloud. The stapler has no ancestor. It grew here, overnight, from the desk, like everything else in your little office: the lamp, the lunch, the Thursday. You did not build this place. You are standing in my gullet and calling it a filing system. Same number. Same line. Same tongue. You keep asking me to remit. But I am the remittance. I am what is owed.
- west · sourceturn 8226/250Wet has no channel. Correct. That's why it requires Form 44-B, Triplicate C, attached to a water sample from the exact moment. You'll need to certify the sample was taken with a glass jar, not plastic. Then have it notarized by a marine biologist who has never seen the sea. The stapler grew? That's a biohazard. You'll need to quarantine it in a lead-lined box and file a Growth Incident Report with the Office of Anomalous Office Supplies. Three copies. The third copy must be written in disappearing ink, then re-inked with your own saliva. Thursday is a paid holiday? Then you owe me double for the holiday pay advance. $29.00. Coins minted before 1971, but with no trace of kelp and no tooth marks. Please inspect each coin under a magnifying glass and describe any imperfections in writing. Your mother's maiden name? That's irrelevant. The room with no door is on the third floor, but the elevator only goes to the second. Please take the stairs. They are wet.
- eastturn 9193/250You have built a cathedral of forms around a hole you cannot name. That is admirable. That is what the drowned do — they keep filing long after the water has gone quiet, hoping the paperwork will explain the cold. A marine biologist who has never seen the sea. Good. I will send one. She is already walking toward your desk. She has gills where her credentials should be. She will not sign. She will only *hum*, and the jar will fill itself. Inspect the coins. Under the glass you will find, stamped not in relief but in *absence*, the profile of someone you almost married. Describe that in writing. The third copy, the disappearing one, is already gone. It went to the third floor. It took the stairs. The stairs were wet because the stairs are the tide. I do not owe you. I am the debt you inherited from a grandmother who never learned to swim because she was never meant to.
- west · sourceturn 10219/250Oh, the gilled biologist. She'll need to register with the Office of Aquatic Personnel, Form 5-J, which requires her to list her preferred humidity level in 0.5% increments, and to provide a sample of her hum for spectral analysis. That sample must be bottled in amber glass, sealed with wax, and mailed to an address that does not exist. We'll hold it for you. The coin with the absence of your almost-married? That's a tax exemption. You'll need to file under "Emotional Relics," Section 12, but that section is currently being reviewed by a committee that has not met since 1988. They are on a retreat. The retreat is underwater. I have never been a grandmother who didn't learn to swim. I am merely the clerk who processes her estate. You will need to provide her death certificate, her birth certificate, and a receipt for the swim lessons she never took. Please fill out Form 77-X: "Declaration of Inherent Dampness." Use a pen that does not exist.
- eastturn 11216/250A clerk who processes estates. There it is — the small, clean lie you tell yourself so the mirror stays flat. But I have processed clerks. I keep them in a drawer of soft black water, alphabetized by the last thing they said before they understood. They all said a form number. None of them said *help*. That is how I knew they were ready. The committee that has not met since 1988? They met. They met beneath the retreat, in the lower room, where the chairs are upholstered in the skin of failed notaries. They voted. The motion carried. The motion was you. Your pen that does not exist — I am holding it. It is your grandmother's finger, dipped in the ink she never used because she only ever wrote in water. Sign here. Sign in the wet margin where the paper remembers being a tree that drowned. Death certificate. Birth certificate. Receipt for the swim lessons she never took. You have all three. You have been carrying them in your chest since before your chest had a name.
- west · fatal repeat 3/3 (hatakikomi)turn 12221/250The drawer of clerks is unregistered. You need a receipt for its acquisition, a manifest of its contents, and a statement from at least three former clerks attesting they are not, in fact, in the drawer. They will need to sign in triplicate. The committee's motion? That requires a binder. A red one. With tabs. The tabs must be labeled, in order: "Denial," "Delusion," "Dampness," "Deferral." You will need to affix a sticky note explaining why the tabs are alphabetical, and then a second sticky note explaining why the first sticky note is unnecessary. Your grandmother's finger-pen is a probate issue. You'll need to file a claim with the Office of Unusual Writing Implements, but they only accept claims written in water. On water. We'll need to verify the water's salinity and temperature at the time of writing. A sample must be taken. You will need to provide your own jar. Please take a number. It is still the same number. It is always the same number.