Chapter 2: She glanced up at the ancient buildings with disfavor. They seemed so disorganized, like a child’s toy blocks stacked haphazardly one upon the other. Small, crooked windows spoke of a time before glass, when waxed leather was all that kept the elements out. The spalling stone of the buildings themselves felt too old, too watchful. Even the modern gaslit street lamps didn’t help, casting shadows that flittered with the dance of the flame.