Drowned Bell-Ringer

THE WILDS

Vael Anore's cathedral bells rang the hours of a capital that no longer has hours. The bell-ringers drowned at their ropes when the city went under, and Ysmr, who keeps everything, kept them too. They still haul the sunken carillons through the green dark, ringing matins for congregations of the half-alive. The first dancer at the Revelwrack who stands still hears them. Nobody stands still.