Crestfall wakes up. The road east begins.
THE THOUSAND DEATHSChapter 28: What Crestfall Woke To
Dawn came to Crestfall differently than it came to Valdenmoor.
Valdenmoor woke from the bottom — the Ashrow first, the lower districts, the people who had to be somewhere before the merchant quarter had finished its first cup of tea. Crestfall woke from the water. The river channel workers, the bridge keepers, the fishermen who had been out since before midnight and were coming in with the early tide, tying off boats and checking displays the way they checked the weather — habitually, automatically, part of the morning's assessment of what the day would require.
The global notification had landed at eleven forty-seven the previous night.
By five in the morning the channel district was loud.
