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"Offer," she whispered to the light, though who she addressed was uncertain — the lantern, herself, the small coin of the room. She thought of giving the locket to Ezada Sinn, to trade a memory for the sea. But the locket was not what she feared losing; it was what contained the fear: a thing so small that it might be spent without notice.

Years later, when Maren's hair had silvered to the color of the salt flats and the bell had been recast using coins raised at market, children asked about the lantern. She would take them to the harbor at dawn and point to where the glass had once been found, speaking carefully. ezada sinn new