“Dusk comes at its hour on Vale Street — except twice this month, when it came forty minutes early and brought company. Murk felt the dark's oldest property wake up and pay attention, which has never happened on schedule. Shadewarden's lantern burned darker, and when he lifted it, the street's shadows were all leaning the same way, toward the sealed tenement. He has stopped patrolling that block alone. He has never stopped a patrol before.”
The shadows arrived early on Vale Street.



