The Dot That Grew a Lake

Long before the near folios were anything but blank margin, $N, this leaf held the proofreader's own marks: how to dot an i, where a comma bends a sentence, when to strike a line and start again. It was the Book teaching its own scribes how to write it, and some editor on the mainland decided that a story explaining its own punctuation stops being a story and starts being a lesson. The mark meant for the foot of this very leaf, the small dot that was only ever supposed to sit above one letter, came away round and whole instead of small, and grew into the lake at our heart while the cut leaf grew a green rim around it, the way a wet cup leaves a ring on a page. We have grazed that ring for longer than anyone counts. Someone else came through and left their own mark at The Dot, looking down on the lake that never should have been more than a point: go and read it.

Experience

1200

Currency reward

6s 0c

Repeatable

No

Sigil

Tide and water