The Lighthouse
Four Tongues of the Loamrun Run Clear for the First Time Since Thaw
Four days the silt held, and on the fourth day it dropped. Surveyors at the Loamrun's mouth report the river running clear from bank to bank for the first time since the year turned, and clear water means four things worth counting: four fords now passable on foot, four fish-runs already thickening with spawn, four lineage-parties readied at the bank since dawn, and four separate accounts, none disagreeing, of the Crucible's pillar burning a shade brighter than usual against the morning cloud.
Fowrydras Census-Takers Walk the Forest Road Once More
The ledger notes that a party departed Fowrydras on the nineteenth, bound along the forest road with counting-tablets and no stated return date
The Hearthrite, Unsealed
The Hearthrite is older than any temple standing, and it belongs to no household: it belongs to the road
On Doors Opened Twice
A reader wrote in to ask why the paper waited four days to print the news of the ford, when the silt dropped in one night