The Scribe Who Read the Clouds
Chapter 3 · free to read
The forecast said the reckoner falls silent when the last lamp gutters. So he made sure the lamp fell first.
Ink-black floor, and both of them down on it before either had decided to move.
Brass rings out of true all round them, still turning.
New characters, forming while he watched, in a sky that was supposed to be finished.
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