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Belfast fingered one of the vials. Its content was smoke-fine and looked like the inside of a pocketwatch. For a moment, she thought of a dockside night, of distant foghorns, and of hands steady as oaks. The vendor watched her as a cat watches rain. “You’ll need something for the tithe,” the woman said. “A memory, a name, a promise. Nothing leaves here without a price.”

“You’ll go back,” Thal said, more an observation than a question. adventuring with belfast in another world v01 hot

One final temptation awaited near the edges of the mapped world: a palace of steam and jasmine where a monarch kept a treasury of possible futures. It had doors that opened onto remembered tomorrows and offered them like liqueurs. The steward of that place was a woman who wore her age like an heirloom and held a sceptre carved from an unmade promise. Belfast fingered one of the vials

Belfast looked at the navy-shaped hole in the world and allowed herself a small, unguarded grin. “Of course,” she said. “Some things are sea-shaped.” The vendor watched her as a cat watches rain

Her refusal required a gamble. The map whispered of a place called the Hearth of Convergence, a crucible where tithes could be transmuted. Reaching it meant crossing the Ember Spine’s molten bridge in full burn. It meant bargaining with a sentinel who counted promises instead of coin. It meant laying down something of value and taking from the world in return.

Belfast’s answer was a slow steady motion: hand to hip, fingers finding the key the vendor had given her. “This one can have my shadow,” she said. “I prefer the light.”