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He found it in the collapsed nave of the Sunken Church. A machine. No—a thing . It looked like a giant ribcage made of black iron, its bones pulsing with a slow, wet kwap-kwap-kwap . In its center sat an old woman, her skin the color of river silt.

Kael stood in the sudden silence, ears ringing. Then a new sound began: distant cheers from the upper city, where people were seeing the sun for the second time that day. But closer, beneath his feet, he heard something else. A slow, sleeping sigh. The god turning over. He found it in the collapsed nave of the Sunken Church

“Everyone hears the rain,” Kael replied. It looked like a giant ribcage made of

The rain over the Sinking Quarter didn’t fall so much as kwap against the tin roofs—a wet, heavy sound like a fist hitting a table. That was the first thing the newcomers noticed: the kwap . It wasn't a drizzle or a shower. It was a percussive assault, a drumbeat that never stopped, even when the sky was blue. Then a new sound began: distant cheers from

He struck the tuning fork.