Rook’s Climb ocean Margin note:Handled again this morning

Margin note:Handled again this morning

Mara should have gone home when the last lantern burned out

glinting where the moonlight catches the curves of a twig

” someone behind her says

This leaf — small

Rook’s Climb ocean Margin note:Handled again this morningRook braces one boot against the stone and hauls the last crate up from the hollow, breath sharp from the climb. The iron rings at his throat shift with the movement, a low, layered sound like metal settling after heat. One of the dark scales taps against his collarbone as he leans forward, counting under his breath, making sure nothing was left behind in the dark. He wipes his hands on his coat, then hooks a finger beneath the chain and lifts it