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Mara paused at the old bridge, one hand on the map case, listening for the bell that only rang when someone crossed from the wrong side of the city.

Behind her, Tomas kept his voice low. "If the archive is awake, it already knows we are here."

The lanterns along the canal flickered blue. That meant memory magic, or rain, or a warning left by someone who wanted them alive for one more chapter.