"It will not abolish shadow. It will double it." – the Keeper of the Gnomon, who has done the sums
FIELD REPORT – Ferdinand Lusk REPORT 11 OF 14 SUBJECT: Mirror Hill; the builder; the eleventh segment; the objection West of the city the ground rises to a bare hill that was quarried for obsidian until the Cutters had leaves enough for a century, and on its top, on a scaffold of timber as high as a church, a bowl of polished bronze is being built segment by segment. Eleven of a hundred and twenty are in place, each the size of a door, each polished every morning by people who have no shadows, because up on the planks nobody can see what they lack and the builder pays in bread. The builder is a wiry sun-dark woman called Caspar, with a burn on her cheek from a solar furnace in a desert on the other side of the Bureau's maps, and she had a polishing cloth in my hand before she had finished telling me her name. The theory is simple and she explains it while you polish. The sun stands overhead at noon and for four minutes nothing falls. At every other hour it stands at an angle and ever...
From the lore of The Ledger of Shadows.