Summoned~
Redan Connor
La Gracia
Redan left the day’s assignment with the Master of Libraries and made straight for his lodging. He didn’t dare return to the archives. Not yet.
Few others walked the Passo Sacrificio in the middle of the afternoon. He crossed the footbridge in no great hurry as he returned to the humble part of town where the novices, servants, and laborers lived their inconspicuous lives.
Beyond the Beato’s languid waters, the streets became a maze of narrow passages weaving between crowded buildings. On this side of town, the demand for space outpaced available land, so buildings grew together in an airy honeycomb, their upper stories joined by catwalks and swaying bridges woven of rope. The stonework was older here, a weathered patchwork of fieldstone in mismatched
