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Eris fished for a tag in her coat—an old price-tag of promises: a single name, a vow made under different constellations. She offered it. The child accepted with the economy of someone who’d seen deals break like thin glass. He tucked the tag into his pocket and handed her a moth. It fluttered between them, not wings but script, a map of little deaths memorized in fuzz. He considered that with the gravity of someone

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