Lira Thorne draws maps for Brass Collegium. Then a mill-spur she inks is gone by morning, chimneys cold, names no one will say.

The campus is gothic stone and steam, clocks in the towers, smoke on the river. Provost Crowe wants her curse as an industrial weapon: erase a rival town, keep the mills. A senior scribe has already drawn for him. A roommate follows her into the stacks. An archive clerk keeps ledgers that no longer match the world.

Each stroke can unmake a place. She has to find out who taught the collegium that maps should be useful, and stop drawing for them before the next valley goes blank.

A dark-academia romantasy about ink, mills, and a campus that eats towns.