Lorreth had told me of the other gate in the square at Inishtar. I’d promised that I wouldn’t go off on some harebrained mission to secure the brimstone we needed to stop the rot without Fisher, and in return Lorreth had told me where brimstone came from. “There’s always been a city here,” Fisher said. “Because there’s always been a gate. A portal between this world and another.” “Like quicksilver but not,”
