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Canal Line · BriskGlassgate. End of the glass canals, where the pilot goes one way only.Boats leave when the water agrees, not when the board does.See also Harbour Hush, where the tide is given its songs.Ixa Tolmere Read it aloud Canal Line · HummingHarbour Hush. Ferries are sung out of the dock here.A singer on the pier asks the tide for a tune before the last boat.See also Archwater, whose keeper insists the tide is a tune she is tolling.Sevi Okonjo Read it aloud Canal Line · WryArchwater. A toll bridge with a story for every coin.Pay in anything but a coin; the keeper has a drawer for the odd.See also Ink Basin, which she suspects of reading her receipts.Bruna Valdane Read it aloud Canal Line · HushedInk Basin. A drowned archive, read by divers.Pages dry on lines across the quay and are returned to nobody.See also Mosswell, which lends its mushrooms out as bookmarks.Cato Ferenc Read it aloud Under Line · DampMosswell. A tunnel garden lit by the glow of what grows.The botanist names every mushroom and resents your guesses.See also Dripstone, which taxes the rain that feeds it.Veda Sorn Read it aloud Under Line · WryDripstone. Every roof pays for its rain.The auditor's window is open from damp until drier.See also Nightwell, whose clock-winder calls rain a kind of time.Oru Kaine Read it aloud Under Line · HushedNightwell. A moon-clock at the bottom of a shaft.She winds it at dusk so that the dark keeps time.See also Veilgate, where masks are made for after midnight.Pavlina Ghent Read it aloud Under Line · HummingVeilgate. A street of masks, each rented by the night.Wear one through the next three stops and the stops will know.See also Lantern Fair, which sells your own news back to you.Mireth Calloran Read it aloud Lantern Line · HummingLantern Fair. The night market sells you your own news.Haggling is rude; gossip is the currency.See also Ember Row, where the lamps are lit one at a time.Liss Avandry Read it aloud Lantern Line · HushedEmber Row. One street, lit by hand, lamp by lamp.The lamp-lighter does not do the whole way; she does your part.See also Prism Court, where light is turned into breakable things.Noa Lindqvist-Ray Read it aloud Lantern Line · BriskPrism Court. Glass blowers, burns and very large windows.Everything here is breakable, including the guide.See also Paperlane, which draws roads that glass has not met.Rilke Dovan Read it aloud Lantern Line · WryPaperlane. A street of maps, half of them true.Every road is a rumour until somebody walks it.See also Cogsend, whose surveyor measures what has not yet happened.Kestrel Obong Read it aloud Gust Line · BriskCloudstep. Rooftop mail, delivered on foot and nerve.Parcels travel over the roofs; bad news goes underground.See also Gustfield, where the wind engines hum back.Jessamy Pell Read it aloud Gust Line · WryGustfield. Wind engines that purr when they like you.The mechanic's rule: never thank an engine aloud.See also Saltreach, where the lighthouse mends itself.Anselma Vroom Read it aloud Gust Line · HushedSaltreach. A lighthouse whose keeper tinkers all night.Nothing lasts, so everything is mended, a bolt at a time.See also Glassgate, the last stop on the canal she watches for.Yselde Marn Read it aloud Gust Line · HummingCogsend. Where the surveyor measures what hasn't happened.Her brass is polished for events expected next week.See also Cloudstep, whose postwoman is almost never late.Tarn Mirelle Read it aloud