There is smoke over Cindermere
No one can find the fire. It has been settling lower every week, and the city has been getting crueler.
From the city papers
Smoke over the Old Town; no fire found
The brigade searched every chimney on Lantern Row. The smoke keeps coming.
Flower cart overturned on Gilt Street
The gentleman responsible could give no reason. Witnesses say he looked surprised himself.
Neighbors stop speaking on Tallow Lane
A quarrel over nothing has now lasted eleven weeks. Nobody remembers how it started.
Pamphlets found in every letterbox
No one admits to printing them. Everyone admits to reading them.
Third riot this month at the Brass Exchange
Constables report the crowd “could not say what it wanted, only who it hated.”
Recruiting offices open across the city
The Council insists there is no war coming. The posters disagree.
Where is it coming from?
Gilt Street. He couldn’t say why he did it.
Brass Exchange, a shop window.
Tallow Lane. The quarrel started that night.
The Brass Exchange riot. Their eyes.
Where is it
coming from?
Not from any chimney in Cindermere.
The night the recruiting offices opened.
What hangs over the city
The seven sins came through the crack with the monsters. All seven are in the smoke over Cindermere.
The Sundered Reach
Told by Caul. Music: “Crystal Lotus” by Jonathan Yandel.
The smoke over Cindermere doesn’t rise from anything in this world.
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