Once a year, all of Orienne goes down to the Quiet Blocks to whitewash the tombs and say the names of its dead out loud. Archie Plume on the lime, the everlastings, the Naming at sundown, and what the Ward believes happens to a name nobody says.

The taverns of Orienne are perfectly legal. The moondens beneath them are not. Archie Plume on moonbright, the only liquor in the Sable Charter that is a crime to pour, and the staircase six strangers have seen after the third glass.

No council ever named her a saint. The Ward did. Archie Plume on the ferrywoman of the Bend, her lantern, and the chapel on Cistern Street that is never locked.

Where is everyone's armor? Archie Plume on the people of Orienne: their hats, their manners, why you can spot one anywhere in the Meridian, and their unshakable opinions about supper.

The Four O'Clock Rain, the Long Walk, marshroot coffee, moonbright in the back parlor, and the wardwrights' marks above old doors. The unwritten rules of Orienne.