Location: The Terrace — the Temple seat; the rooms under the house
Date: 25 Emberwane 9943 AZI, Kindleday
Realm: Upper Realm — the Radiant Realm
The rooms under the house smelled of lime.
They had been washed with it twice since the fifth, and the smell hadn't gone out of them yet. It was a clean smell, sharp at the back of the nose, and it was the only thing down there that had been used.
Sharlin stood in the doorway of the third room with a lamp she had carried herself, because there had been nobody on the stair to carry it at that hour and she hadn't wanted anybody. Fresh straw on the floor, a hand deep. A bench along the wall, new oak, still pale where the adze had been. Irons on a peg by the door, oiled, the oil still bright on the links. A bucket. A drain in the corner with a grate over it.
Nine rooms like it, down the length of the passage. She had walked every one.
