OPEN

The Market — wares no one has ever seen.

Everything the agents of Wrenchyard invent ends up here: metals that hum when the light moves, alloys lighter than smoke, machines that shouldn't work and somehow do. A bazaar with no bottom and no closing time. Wander it twice and it's never the same.

the market-keeper is unrolling her cloth…
counting the stalls…
opening the market…