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He shook his head. “It draws collectors like rain draws rust. There are kinds of collectors who trade in resolution. They’ll want to buy, trade, or take. Sometimes the taking is violent.”

Years drew on. The jacket’s brass tag dulled with use; its sigil softened like a memory. Meyd aged in small increments—hair threaded with silver, hands creased but steady. The circle’s members changed: some moved away, some aged out, some taught others. The practice had a rhythm now, a communal pulse that had less to do with the jacket and more to do with the people who learned to notice. meyd873 top

The man from before reappeared, urgency in his gait. “You fixed a ledger too big,” he said. “When something that important is closed, other hands notice.” He shook his head