construction site
On the bare top of Mirror Hill, on a scaffold of timber as high as a church, a bowl of polished bronze is being built segment by segment: sixty metres across when finished, eleven segments in place, each the size of a door, polished every morning by workers who have no shadows. Its builder means it to catch the sun at any hour and throw it back into the streets from the opposite side, so that every shadow in the Field is cancelled by a second sun, and noon lasts all day. The Readers say it will ...
Located in The Ledger of Shadows.