“Vesper's oldest buildings sit on foundation stones older than the city charter, and they have started humming — a single low note, the same pitch everywhere, every night at 3 a.m. Cornerstone lays a hand on them and they steady, but her own hands have started shaking more, and she won't say why. Landslide asked the bedrock, politely, as is his custom; the bedrock changed the subject to his mother. Nobody is laughing about it.”
The old foundation stones are humming.



