The Vitrean Flats

Miles of sand that a falling cindrel turned to glass, on the long island south of Caerlune. In the wind the flats sing: a low glassy hum that changes key before a storm. Cindrels still surface here after a hard tide, which is why the Flats are full of prospectors, and why prospectors vanish here.

The Aurel Combine stakes claims across the Flats and pays claim-jumpers to keep them. Its best prospector, Dessa Quill, knows the Flats better than anyone, and has found something under the glass she has told no one about.

Dangers: sinkglass that gives way under a careless step; heat-shimmer that hides the edge of the sea; claim-jumpers with cindrel bombs. Walkers who cut themselves on the old glass and practise Brandwork say their Ash comes faster here.