The archivist logged Wick at 17:56:53 on the thirteenth of September, and closed its book on him again at 18:39:46; forty-three minutes, start to finish, a life shorter than most tempers. In that span he touched six coins, $PAIRED, $LIFT, $DOM, $TITHE, $RAREFRIENDS, $STOXA, eighty-five times buying, sixty-four times selling, never resting on any of them longer than a minute at a stretch. His biggest swing, 0.32 ETH into $LIFT, was the closest thing to a decision he ever made.
He put in 6.50 ETH and drew out 6.57, which the ledger calls even, a wash dressed as a story. No conviction, no patience, only motion, which the archivist has learned to recognise as its own kind of faith.
He did not move alone. Five others, 0xf030, 0xbbd6, 0x225c, Sparrow, 0x9895, kept finding the same coins at the same hours, six shared, five shared, again and again. Whether Wick led them or only echoed them, the archivist will not say. Coincidence wears many wallets.