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Inside the city of Names, streets curved like paragraphs. Stalls sold single words braided with spices, people bartered whole histories for a loaf of bread, and at the center, a tower rose taller than any Keralin’s ruin—a library whose doors were mouths that whispered the things they contained.

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At the top room the air smelled of rain and iron and something else—a warmth like a hearth in a house no longer standing. A single chair faced the window; a man sat there with his back to Kishi. He wore a coat of plain cloth, and at his feet lay a small bundle wrapped in the same faded paper that first bore Kishi’s name. Inside the city of Names, streets curved like paragraphs

Memories, Kishi thought. He had been expected to hold and fix other people’s lives. But who tended to his own past? The compass stuttered and then pointed—not north, but toward the horizon where the harbor met thin mist. A social experiment