Chapter 33: The Pauper Professor

The darkness grew around her, deepening as Vix made her way toward the outskirts of the Dry Works. The dangling lanterns were fewer and farther between, here. Crowding buildings gave way to reveal a star speckled with diamond stars above.

Vix forced her heavy eyelids open. It must be past midnight, she figured, although it was difficult to tell how much time had passed inside the canals. The moon was absent in the velvety quilt of the sky above. Only a sliver could be seen above the high walls around her.

Once again, the path in front of her became choked with debris. Vix could now recognize the formless heaps of wood littering the way for what they were. They were old ships, wrecked and abandoned at the bottom of the canals. She spied one that was even still mostly intact, sleek and long-nosed, though the wooden hull was rotted green.