The five wheeled frame entered Corven's open chest with a bare heel scraping behind it. One wheel caught on the dead man's broken zipper, climbed over his collarbone, and dropped onto Rillhold's white floor.
Jade saw the heel searching through her closed right eye. The person inside could feel every surface offered by the prison rail and could keep none of them. He pressed his toes to concrete, then twisted sideways when his body treated the wall as down.
Both wrists were strapped into iron sockets. Two more held the ankles. The fifth sat above the sternum with its square mouth open toward the yard.
The man twisted his left hand until skin folded beneath the cuff. He had shaved one side of his beard badly enough to leave three raw cuts. A brass cup hung from his belt by a strip of blue cloth and struck the frame whenever his hips rolled.
"My name is Reth Ansel. I asked for fixed ground after a migration fall ruined my balance. I never offered anyone my chest."
