Soon, every modeler in Veridian Shift worked alongside every lattice-sighter. The modelers carved possibilities too strange for the city to imagine alone: wind-harps strung between chimney pots, public ovens that baked bread from ambient heat, doors that only opened when you told them a secret you’d never told anyone.
They were outcasts, mostly—failed architects, clockwork tinkerers, children who’d swallowed too much starlight as babies. They couldn’t sight a lattice directly. But they could carve tiny, perfect models: bridges of matchstick and spider silk, amphitheaters from walnut shells, aqueducts that dripped real water. They called the models support structures —not for the city, but for the magic itself. magic tool supported models
“You kept it,” he said.
Kael pulled a fresh block of walnut from his pocket. “Let’s find out.” Soon, every modeler in Veridian Shift worked alongside