A Question Shouted Into Wind

Climb with me to the Hook Tip, $N, where the spire curls back on itself like a hook drawn in one motion, and the gale has never once stopped trying to answer it. This leaf held one sentence, and that sentence was true enough, and strange enough, that whoever set it could not decide whether it ended in a question or a shout. The Binders keep two separate marks for exactly that choice, one curled and one straight, and every leaf in the Hundred Leaves commits to one or the other before it is ever bound. This leaf refused to commit. Rather than let an unmarked sentence stand and risk the reader guessing wrong, the two marks fused into a single hooked spire, curled like the question and straight like the shout, and stood up out of the sea still asking and still shouting at once. The wind has been trying to finish the sentence for it ever since, which is why it never dies down here, not for a season, not for an hour. The Glossator climbed this same hook before you and told me the spire is not confused, not exactly; it is simply the one leaf that told the whole truth about how it felt, and felt two things at once.

Experience

9690

Currency reward

34s 60c

Repeatable

No

Sigil

Storm and wind