
by 0rigene
There is no one watching over what your hands know. A generation on from The Lensgrinder's chronicle, we have a physician, an engineer, and a dock labourer. Reed can read a body the way his people read a strain on a rope, and the dead clerk's hands tell him the man stepped off his own tower gladly and came down standing the whole way. There is no word in any register for that, so Reed writes a merciful one and carries the rest home. Ansel drops a plumb bob into sand every dawn and asks the lead one question. So far the answer has been nothing. Fourteen years of nothing, and the morning it answers, he closes the shop. Elis has been taught nothing by anyone and gets under eight hundredweight without thinking, because his body knows a great many true things he will never have words for. That is how it starts. Understanding a thing deeply enough makes the world agree with you, and the agreement is free, and then it collects. Three scholars have died content this season. The Church arrived at the last tower before the body landed, and the Church is keeping a list. None of them will be allowed to keep not knowing.What to expect:- Novel is already completed- A bit slow-burn- Multiple protagonists- Updates will be: 10-chapter launch, 1 week of double updates, and then one chapter every weekday afterwards.Happy reading!
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