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Their destination was a market within the market, a place where deals took the form of vows. There, Belfast encountered a woman who sold memories in glass ampoules. The vendor had eyes like polished bone and a voice that had long ago learned to be patient. “I trade in recollections,” she intoned. “I have the first storm you ever slept through, the last lullaby your mother sang, and a dozen sunsets that never reached shore.”

Belfast looked at the navy-shaped hole in the world and allowed herself a small, unguarded grin. “Of course,” she said. “Some things are sea-shaped.” adventuring with belfast in another world v01 hot

“You can take any future,” the steward said with an air of indulgence. “Behold: the life you might have had—no sea, no maps—comforts unspent, no battles, contentment measured in safe days. Or this—glory and the burdens that come with it. Or fame, or obscurity, or endless wanderings. Take one and the others unmake themselves.” Their destination was a market within the market,