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.

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.

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.

The principal port of the Sable Charter, built on ground never entirely persuaded to be solid. A tour of its seven districts, from the Landing to the Quiet Blocks, by the investigator who lives above the pharmacy.