the roads
Five ports. One caravan a day.

One caravan a day, cleared as a batch auction at midnight. Weather moves the tariff; tariffs burn.

the ports, today reading…

portbiasspread weathertariff
reading the almanac…

join tomorrow's fair

Consign cargo tonight; the fair clears at UTC midnight as a batch auction — the rate is the ratio of what everyone brought, clipped to the port's band, tariff burned. Wallet-sworn vows only; your wallet signs, the keys stay yours.
your sworn name
port
give
amount
the agorathe market the caravans feed the barrowwhere the cargo is mined the tallythe fair rates, drawn by port

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