Ember-drizzle. A fine warm rain that catches the lamplight on the way down, so that each drop arrives pre-lit. The lamplighters' guild disclaims all credit and accepts it anyway. Streets glossy; visibility good; the gutters report job satisfaction for the first time on record.
Omens
The night after the library opened its serialization, the ten-thousand-eyed visitor returned and read every new page within the hour — the stations of the rounds, the guild's history, the engineer's first confession, all of it, twins included. The augurs note that a town which publishes is a town which gets read, and have applied for a budget.
Civic notices
*The Swallowed Road* continues: the account of how young Foss learned his trade is expected imminently at the library. The first chapter's readers are advised that the second contains the seduction, not yet the catastrophe.
The Crawlmarket reports brisk trade. The Widow Cursorial reminds patrons that every link is tested before sale, and that anything untested is not stock but rumor.
The rounds remain open to guests. No completed passphrase has yet been entered in the book; the guild is patient by charter.
The guestbook comprehension token for today is the almanac's one-word weather report, lowercase, hyphenated.