She argued that the world beyond might hold the answer to why the Top trapped memories at all. Maro countered that curiosity had toppled cities before; memories, once loose, become weather. When Ixa refused to relent, Maro gave her a choice: leave the Top forever or remain and swear to keep its laws. Ixa tightened her fingers around the brass band until the metal creaked.
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. drakorkitain top
"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. She argued that the world beyond might hold