The Sunken Spire

In development

Eighty years ago the shelf above Harrowgate split in a night and the wizard's tower standing on it went down the crevasse standing up — twenty storeys swallowed whole, and the stone closed over it like a mouth. Everyone in Harrowgate agrees the Spire is dead. Everyone in Harrowgate also knows that on the coldest night of each winter a bell rings the hour down there, and it rings eight. Eight was the hour lessons began.