Sasha never revealed the full extent of her work. The Cartographers of the Unseen dissolved into legend, and the Silencers faded into myth. Yet, on quiet nights, when the moon hangs low over the bakery’s chimney, one can still hear a faint rustle of vellum and a soft, steady breath—Sasha, sitting at her candle‑lit desk, adding a new line to a map that no one else can see, but everyone feels.