"If you're here," Mara said, "it's because something of yours has slipped." She produced a jar from under the crate — a simple glass cylinder sealed with wax. Inside floated a small paper boat, its edges inked with handwriting Rafian knew by heart: his mother's looping 'R'. His breath went thin. He had been carrying that photograph for years, folded under a book, certain he would never lose it. He had not known he wanted it back until the jar told him it had been gone.
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