The Almanac That Sang

They cut a great many almanac pages before the Book was Bound, $N; the Binders wanted the turning of the seasons said exactly right, and exactly right took more drafts than anyone cared to count. This whole tableland is one of the rejected ones: a first attempt at writing down the autumn that some Binder decided read too much like a song and not enough like a fact. Whatever they meant by that, the draft grew real trees the moment it grounded here, and the orchard still turns its leaves every year the way the page it was cut from once turned. A wanderer came through some seasons back to look at it, small neat handwriting, called themselves the Glossator, and carved a note into the door of the old cider press down at the Cider Steps. I have read it a hundred times pressing apples and never once made sense of the second half. Go and read it again for me.

Experience

1200

Currency reward

6s 0c

Repeatable

No

Sigil

Star and rift