The Margin Calls: The Almanac's Leaf

Watermark Sands was never bound for long, $N. It was a leaf of the Almanac, the tide-tables and cockle recipes fishermen rewrote every season, the kind of practical page the Binders never meant to keep past its year. When the next year's almanac was drafted, the old leaf was cut loose rather than crowd the shelf, and it drifted east on the Ink Tide to run aground here, still carrying the papermaker's own watermark pressed into its corner, the mark that named which bindery a leaf belonged to. The tide found that mark and has been un-erasing and re-erasing it every day since, the way it once erased and rewrote a season's notes. A wanderer they call the Glossator waded out at the lowest ebb and left their own note where the causeway runs, reading the mark the way only a Binder's eye could.

Experience

1050

Currency reward

5s 20c

Repeatable

No

Sigil

Ledger and ink