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She slept in that impossible house, though she slept as one does in a room that looks like what you remember of a childhood you never had: with an ache and with small, restorative terror. Her dreams were a knot of other people's mornings. She woke with the taste of coffee and a voice that had once said her name. Outside, the grove had rearranged its alleys; morning and night were not hours here but choices. When she unrolled her map, the inked lines had shifted as if something else had worked behind the cartographer's hand.

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Outside, the town’s bell tolled. The sound carried through the grove like an accusation. Mara ran her thumb across the new-notch and realized the map was recommencing itself: lines rearranged, old scratches filled, new arcs made. The grove learned not only by taking but by instructing. It wrote the ledger of exchanges. Each bargain recorded itself as a mark that would, later, instruct another. She slept in that impossible house, though she

On a raw autumn morning when fog still held the land like breath, a traveller came up the rutted lane toward Lathen. She carried only a battered satchel and a single, carefully folded map. She introduced herself to the one innkeeper still stirring the fire as Mara, and she told him, in a voice low as gravel, that she intended to stay until she found what had been lost inside the grove. Outside, the grove had rearranged its alleys; morning