Contraband Map: Lantern Markets & Listening Posts 

The bridge market wasn’t here yesterday. That’s the point. Stalls fold from scrap wood and wire; lanterns swing like arguments over the river. Study the spans, not the wares—the wide deck is where messages change hands, the narrow one is where we vanish when boots hit the planks. Listening posts mark the corners, disguised as gossip. If a seller repeats a price, it isn’t about money. If a child hums off-key, follow the note, not the child. If the lights blink twice and hold, do not look up. Everyone who survives here learns to walk like a rumor.