May 24, 2026
I was not supposed to go to Copperwing Station.
I was supposed to be walking the eastern path between Thornhaven and the Hearthstone Crossroads, doing the Road Keeper thing, checking on villages, making sure nothing had caught fire or drifted into another dimension without telling me.
Ember was with me because she heard I was going somewhere and invited herself. Skyborn was there because he had been watching from a ridge for about twenty minutes before I noticed him, which is extremely normal for him, and I’ve just stopped commenting on it.
We were making good time until Ember walked off the path.
“There’s something over there,” she said.
“There’s nothing over there,” I said. “That’s an unmapped section.”
“Yeah,” she said. “Something’s over there.”
Skyborn said nothing. He was already following her.
I want to be clear that I am the Road Keeper of the Sparkleverse™. I tend the gate. I name the new places. This is my job.
I jogged to catch up with them.
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There’s nothing over there (famous last words.)
The Sparkleverse™ keeps doing this. A new place will surface, and it was simply already there, the way a word you’ve never heard will suddenly show up in three books in a row, and you realize it was always a word, you just hadn’t met it yet.
Copperwing Station sat in a wide clearing about a quarter mile off the eastern path, surrounded by tall grass that leaned toward it the way tall grass leans toward something warm. It looked like a train station from the outside, all dark wood and brass fittings and a clock tower running four different times simultaneously, which I noted and then decided not to think about too hard.
The sign above the entrance said:
COPPERWING STATION
All Departures Are Subject to Availability.
We are not responsible for projects abandoned on the premises.
Ember read the sign. Then she looked at me.
“Abandoned projects,” she said.
“I see it,” I said.
“That’s extremely specific wording for a train station.”
“It is,” I said.
Skyborn said “Hmm,” which meant he had already figured out something the rest of us hadn’t yet.
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Inside the Station (and what was waiting there).
The inside of Copperwing Station was large. Larger than the outside suggested, which is not unusual for Sparkleverse™ buildings, which I’ve also stopped commenting on.
The waiting area had high ceilings with brass light fixtures and long wooden benches, and on every bench, tucked under every seat, stacked on every windowsill, and hanging from the luggage racks above, were projects.
Half-finished projects.
- Manuscripts with the middle chapters missing.
- Paintings where someone has sketched the whole composition and then painted exactly one corner before setting it down.
- Business plans six pages long, with the seventh page blank. A
- quilt with three-quarters of the squares sewn and a note pinned to it that said, “I’ll come back to this.”
- A recording setup with a microphone still on its stand, the record button never pressed.
- Course outlines with seventeen modules planned and one completed.
- Digital products drafted, titled, priced, and never launched.
Hundreds of them. Maybe more.
Ember walked through slowly. She picked up a manuscript and flipped to the last written page. Someone had stopped mid-sentence.
“Who leaves all this here?” she said.
“People who get interrupted,” said a voice from behind the ticket counter.
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Species: Sparkleverse™ native. Possibly fae-adjacent. He hasn’t confirmed.
Role: Station Manager, Copperwing Station
Element: Earth, which is unusual for someone in the House of the Sapphire Gaze
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Core Gift: Keeps what was left. Tends what others abandon. Has an uncanny ability to know which projects are finished-for-now vs. finished-forever, and he treats both with the same care.
Core Shadow: Has been tending other people’s unfinished things for so long, he’s not sure he’s started anything of his own. He finds this less troubling than he probably should.
Appearance: Short, round, copper-and-green conductor’s uniform with an unreasonable number of brass buttons. Reading glasses he doesn’t actually need (the Sparkleverse™ gave them to him anyway). Ink-stained fingers. A pocket watch that runs exactly on time, which in the Sparkleverse™ is rarer than it sounds.
Signature Item: The catalog. A leather-bound ledger containing every project that has ever come through the station, the date it arrived, and the date it was claimed. Most pages in the “claimed” column are blank.
Teaches: The project isn’t gone. You just set it down. If you’re tired, you’re allowed to be. The station will hold it for you.
The person behind the counter was not what I expected, though I should stop having expectations about who runs things in unmapped locations, because it is never who I expect.
He had the specific energy of someone who had been waiting for us and was trying not to look like he’d been waiting for us.
“Copperwing Finch,” he said. “Station Master. You’re the Road Keeper.”
“I am,” I said.
“You’re late,” he said.
“I didn’t know I was coming.”
“Mm,” he said, in a way that suggested he found this irrelevant.
Ember set the manuscript down. “What is this place?”
Copperwing came around from behind the counter. He was shorter than he’d looked behind it, which is an impressive architectural achievement. He gestured broadly at the waiting area.
“Copperwing Station,” he said. “End of the line for everything that got started and then set down. It comes here and waits, and occasionally, someone comes back for it.” He paused. “Not often.”
Skyborn had been walking the perimeter. He stopped at a shelf of small wooden boxes, each labeled in different handwriting. He picked one up and read the label.
“The thing I was going to do when I had more time,” he said.
“Popular category,” said Copperwing.
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Ember had been quiet for almost four minutes, which for Ember is the equivalent of anyone else taking a long meditative retreat. She was standing in front of a whiteboard with a full business ecosystem mapped out in three different colors of marker, arrows going everywhere, a legend in the corner, and every connection labeled. Someone had stopped in the middle of drawing the last arrow.
“This is actually good,” she said. “Whoever did this knew what they were doing.”
“They stopped,” said Copperwing.
“Why?”
“Ran out of road,” he said. “Or though they did. Happens constantly. Someone builds the whole map, gets to the last arrow, and decides they can’t see where it goes from here, so they must have been wrong about the whole thing.” He shrugged. “They weren’t wrong about the whole thing. They just got tired.”
Ember stared at the whiteboard for a long moment.
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” she said.
Skyborn looked at her.
“You have done this,” he said.
Ember turned around very slowly.
“Skyborn.”
“The forge cart blueprints,” he said. “Shelf three. You stopped when you couldn’t figure out the exhaust system.”
“That is completely different.”
“Mm,” said Skyborn.
“I came back to those.”
“Four years later.”
“The point,” said Ember, loudly, to no one in particular, “is that I came back.”
Copperwing was watching this with the expression of someone watching a nature documentary he had seen before and still finds entertaining.
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I asked him, eventually, once Ember and Skyborn had reached a temporary ceasefire.
He walked me through it while the two of them orbited the station, doing whatever their version of not talking to each other looks like, which is mostly Ember picking things up and putting them down and Skyborn watching her from across the room.
Copperwing keeps the projects. That is his job. He catalogs them, stores them, and makes sure that nothing degrades. He keeps the record button on the microphone clean. He turns the pages of the manuscripts every so often so the paper doesn’t yellow. He does not finish the projects, though. That is explicitly not his job.
“I just make sure they can still be finished,” he said. “If someone comes back.”
“What if they don’t?”
He was quiet for a moment. “Some of them don’t,” he said. “Those ones stay. I still tend them.” He looked up at the luggage racks. “Some ideas are worth keeping even if they never become something.”
I wrote that down.
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We were there for two hours. Ember finished three things, but would not tell me what they were.
Skyborn sat with the wooden boxes for most of that time, reading labels, putting them back in the same order he found them. He said nothing about what he read. He said nothing at all, actually, until we were back on the path and the station had disappeared from view behind the tall grass.
Then he said, “The map does not have to be finished before you move.”
He said it to no one in particular. He also said it like he was reading it off a placard, which makes me think he saw it somewhere in the station and felt it warranted repeating.
Ember said, “I know that.”
“Mm,” said Skyborn.
They both walked faster after that.
I am still thinking about the whiteboard. The full ecosystem with the missing last arrow. How far someone got before deciding they couldn’t see the next step, so the whole thing must have been wrong.
At least the station’s got it if they ever want to come back.
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