Episode 99: Master of Doors

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What is the opening premise of the “Master of Doors” story and who are the main characters introduced?

Steve Shell 0:01
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Alex McDonald Villarreal 0:45
listener discretion. Is advised.
Yuri Lowenthal 0:57
Hello, Brutus. I've been expecting your call. I assume you need a favor. Yes.
Steve Shell 1:06
Brutus Locke's blood dropped to the temperature of well water as the voice seeped into his ears like poison. He was no longer alone in the luxurious private car. He held his breath, listening for the telltale whisper of the speakers breathing with the rocking of the trail. Was the only son.
Alex McDonald Villarreal 1:31
Reluctant.
Steve Shell 1:33
He turned his head to find a man sitting in the plush armchair to his left. His lustrous dark hair was neatly quaffed, his temples kissed with just a hint of salt and pepper that complemented the bespoke charcoal gray suit that fit him like a shadow. One finely crafted leather loafer bounced idly atop the opposite knee to the rhythm of the train as it rolled down the track. And in his hand was a rock's glass that held a generous pour of whiskey. The stranger looked right at home in what had once been Brutus' younger brother Mordecai's favorite chair.
Alex McDonald Villarreal 2:12
It worked. You came. I w I wasn't sure you would answer.
Yuri Lowenthal 2:18
Oh Brutus, you wound me. You came all this way. You said the words, even spilled your own blood. There's some on your shirt, by the way. You might put a little club soda on that before it stains.
Steve Shell 2:36
Brutus glanced down. And sure enough he'd bled all over the sleeves of his crisp white shirt. The cut to his palm had been shallow, but he'd always been a bleeder. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it into the laceration to staunch the flow. When he raised his eyes again, he found the man in the charcoal suit eyeing him expectantly as if the pair of them were in a play. And Brutus had forgotten a lot. In a way. We have. There were procedures to be observed here. Rules that must be followed. He stumbled over the old. Oh. Oh yes, uh of course, uh Hey who A wayward traveler. O salon Indian. That which stalks the path of iron. Hail and be welcome, O ye of many faces and none. O Prince of the Bloodied Hammer, O busted stone, O beast!
Steve Shell 3:36
Of Ty and Rail. Name of my family. For their sake. I come before you today in defiance of my father's will. I am prepared to pay the price. No matter how steep. I bid you welcome and extend my hospitality.
Yuri Lowenthal 3:59
Halo. That was one too many hails, but I won't hold that against you. I see you, Brutus, son of Jameson and Annabella, husband of Calliope and father to Nathaniel, keeper of the serpent's tooth, watcher of the first station, and by right of blood the true heir to your father's empire. If you don't count your sister patience, then nobody counts patience, do they, Brutus? You're likely to regret that. But I digress. I see you and name you and I come of my own accord. Let us be true and see what bargain might be struck between us. Ever onward, ever forward.
Steve Shell 4:44
Yeah. Brutus Locke nodded solemnly.

How does the mysterious “Railroad Man” confront Brutus Locke about his family’s crimes?

Steve Shell 4:48
He discreetly glanced down at his palm, pulling the handkerchief away to check the wound and found it closed. The blood on his hand dried to the point of flaky. Uh yes, uh onward and uh Forward. The man in the charcoal suit sipped his whiskey and eyed Brutus speculatively. So
Yuri Lowenthal 5:09
In the interest of that transparency. You should understand that the price for this audience and any subsequent favors stemming from our discussion is indeed a Steve. You will not leave this car alive, little serpent. You and your wretched family. Been a blight on the railroad for generations. Your allegiance with what sleeps beneath the mountains has shielded you every time you set foot on my rails. You call the pawn. You have invited me and drawn me close to your bosom. And from this point forth, my good man, you are mine.

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