2. Dealing With Dusty Masks (Patreon)

Their dust-covered ceramic masks, polished, faceless, smooth as jade, gave away nothing as the porters loaded the barrels of redland wine and chests of saffron snuff, sacks of dried dream orange pips and rolls of blueland watersilk.

Garulio the Merchant Inquisitor said they were satisfied, but nobody heard them speak.

The gently glimmering discs-and-rings rolled towards Fourth Gate as dusk began to creep in, like a thief beneath the sleepy Rainbow Skygod's skirts.