The Self-Kindled Hearth
Mira Brasswood tends the hearth of the Brass Pig inn the way some folk tend a prayer , with both hands and her whole heart buried in the ash. Her gift for fire is private, gentle, and entirely unsanctioned by the Hearth-Mage Guild, which is the way she prefers it. Autumn rain has come early this year, the flue is stubborn, and the fire sulks in its grate like a wet cat , until Mira coaxes it back to life with nothing but a thought. Then a stranger's last letter arrives, and everything changes. When Coachman Edric delivers a sealed envelope meant for no one in particular, and that same man is found dead before the week is out, Mira finds herself holding the only loose thread in a tapestry of small-town conspiracy. The letter speaks of hidden ledgers, a missing woman named Pernille Wattley, and a name whispered in the back rooms of the Brass Pig by guests who should know better: Mordain Vex. As Mayor Holdric stonewalls, Inspector Calloway investigates with one eye conveniently closed, and Solicitor Penwick offers help at a price, Mira must decide how much of her secret flame she is willing to show. The Hearth-Mage Guild is sending a Representative. Old Garret warns her that some hearths are best left to go out. Lia the minstrel plays songs that ask too many questions, Hallie keeps the kitchen steady, and Tibald Wren's loyalty could get them all hanged. Eska Fenmoss arrives at the inn with a warning. Wil the Courier brings news that should have stayed in its envelope. Captain Dunmore is closing in from one side. Mordain Vex is closing in from the other. The choice is simple, and it is not: stay small and stay safe, or kindle a fire the whole town will have to see.