Chapter 92: Armorer's Quarter
Caleb stepped into the Armorer's Quarter at oh-five-forty-five with thirty hours of awake stacked behind his eyes and a dull pressure in his right shoulder that the foam under his shirt had stopped helping with two hours ago.
The Quarter was waking up.
The stalls ran four deep along the alley as always. Vendors were stacking crates in front of their tarps. A hot-water cart steamed at the corner where the alley met the maintenance ramp. The smell of broth was already coming off Yui's place at the far end, mixing with the rust smell off the corrugated awnings and the faint chemical edge of the solvent the night sweepers used on the gutter grates.
