The House of Four Chimes

The chamber is round, cool, and faintly metallic, as if the air itself has been polished. Four stone glyph disks sit in a ring around a brass-rimmed plinth, each disk worn smooth where many hands once turned it. When a disk is placed correctly, the chime vents breathe a low chord through the room and a thread of light climbs the wall plaque. Wrong placements answer with a dry click, a sour ring, and a brief puff of dust, brine, feather-down, or ember-spark from the basin below.