A Margin Too Narrow

Checked by candle at Scarrow Reach, third watch. The Foundry’s seal holds, the work holds, and every stroke of the Veil sits where the ledger says it should. Six thousand four hundred and seventy-two passengers at a tenth of a drop a span, more than the margin was ruled for, so the count runs up the side of the page. Ink thickening in the damp. Signed, T. Greave, Wakeful.