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The rain had never stopped in Copperrise.
To an outsider, that statement might have sounded like an exaggeration, a local superstition, or a poet’s metaphor. But anyone who had lived even a month in the city would confirm it: the sky over Copperrise was permanently shrouded in rolling, pewter-gray clouds, and the rain fell as if the heavens had forgotten how to close their eyes. It was rarely violent; storms and lightning were rare. Instead, it was a steady, ceaseless drizzle that coated cobblestone alleys, pooled on flat rooftops, and turned neon reflections into smeared brushstrokes across the black asphalt streets.
The people had adapted. They moved like phantoms beneath umbrellas, hoods, and waterproof coats patched together with wax and oilcloth. Market stalls leaned beneath canvas awnings stretched taut with water. Children learned to sleep to the sound of droplets drumming on corrugated tin. The city’s very architecture had bent itself into accommodation—sloped walkways, drainage canals that hissed as they poured runoff into the underground, and buildings armored against dampness by brickwork sealed with tar.
For Aric Vale, the rain was not simply weather. It was a voice.
He had heard it for the first time three nights ago. Not the normal hiss of water striking stone, nor the deep gurgle of gutters choking on debris. No—this had been different. The rain had whispered. Not loud, not even coherent, but a subtle syllable, a shape of sound that was not water at all. At first, he thought exhaustion had been to blame; he had been working late shifts at the glass foundry in the South District, where the kilns never went dark. Heat and smoke and repetition could make a man imagine things. But the following night, it had come again. A distinct murmur beneath the rainfall, weaving through the drips and splashes, curling like breath against his ear.
And last night—last night it had spoken a word.
“Echo.”
He could not tell if the word had come from above, from the rivulets running down the brickwork, or from within his own head. But he had felt the vibration, deep and low
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