Someone stole the sunrise
In Vitrea every window is stained glass, and every morning the sun comes up through it. This morning it didn’t.
Mira
the lamplighter’s apprentice
“So if I break the glass, the morning comes out?”
Gaffer
an old talking streetlamp who keeps your spare sparks
“I’d never tell a young lady to break windows. …Use the Spark.”
Duchess Dusk
a velvet night moth who just wants to sleep in
“How rude. Very well — then nobody rings anything.”