"For four minutes you owe nothing. Practise it." – the Preacher of Noon, at the door
FIELD REPORT – Ferdinand Lusk REPORT 10 OF 14 SUBJECT: The Dark Rows; the Lightless Chapel; the primer of the Rows (attached) Below the old town the terraces run down in rows, and they have no lamp licence, and so at night they are black, and by day the people there cast one shadow, and those who have been cut cast none. The fifth article says that nobody is obliged to answer the lit. In the Rows everybody does. I noticed it on the first step down: a man without a shadow said good morning to me and I answered, and then I heard myself, and then I heard the Rows, which is a place where people talk to each other. At the centre of the Rows is a hall of whitewashed brick with no windows and no lamp and a square hole in the roof the size of a door. They call it the Lightless Chapel. For twenty-three hours and fifty-six minutes of the day it is dark. At noon the sun comes straight down through the opening and fills the hall from above with a light that casts nothing, and the lit, the pledge...
From the lore of The Ledger of Shadows.