Gnomon Field
The flat heart of the city: a vast paved square of ochre stone with arcades on three sides and the Great Gnomon rising from its centre, whose shadow is the city's clock and lies, by late afternoon, ac...
The flat heart of the city: a vast paved square of ochre stone with arcades on three sides and the Great Gnomon rising from its centre, whose shadow is the city's clock and lies, by late afternoon, ac...
Terraces below the old town with no lamp licence: one shadow by day, none by night. Here live the lit, the pledged and the unregistered, the Lightless Chapel at the centre and the Shadowless Hostel al...
The night quarter, where the Lamplighters' Guild holds its licences and a person may be as many as the lamps allow. Arcaded streets hung with brass lamps at every pillar, the trading floor of the Umbr...
The bare hill west of the city, quarried for obsidian for the Cutters' leaves, now the site of the Great Mirror: a concave bowl of polished bronze segments on timber scaffolding, meant one day to thro...
The old town, where the plaster of every wall carries the stains of the dead: faint human shapes darkened into the render by years of sitting, leaning, waiting. The Wall of Hours runs along its south ...
The arrival shore on the dry lake below the plateau, where the road from elsewhere ends at a stone post and a lamp. Every traveller is measured here before entering, and the measure is the first line ...