Top - Drakorkitain

"Do you see it?" the merchant asked, hand trembling. He had expected to be sold a memory to hold in his pocket; instead he had found a map.

"You found the Threshold," Maro said, folding her hands. Her voice was not surprised. "Few do. Fewer still come back without losing something." drakorkitain top

Ixa understood balance meant exchange. She proposed a bridge. The Top would continue to hold certain memories—those that could harm or be used as weapons—while the Marshers would receive others to nurture freely. The brass band pulsed like a heartbeat in agreement. They drew lists, measured seams, and argued over definitions of harm until the sky itself seemed to grow impatient. "Do you see it