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She argued that the world beyond might hold the answer to why the Top trapped memories at all. Maro countered that curiosity had toppled cities before; memories, once loose, become weather. When Ixa refused to relent, Maro gave her a choice: leave the Top forever or remain and swear to keep its laws. Ixa tightened her fingers around the brass band until the metal creaked.

Days turned like gears. Ixa's work improved; she learned to coax memories into clearer winds and to stitch small failsafes into panes so memories would not leak. Yet she kept thinking of the Threshold, of the panes that did not show images but possibilities. She began to trade, in secret, tiny fragments of stored moments for information—names whispered by sailors, directions scribbled on the backs of token receipts. The brass band warmed whenever she lied to herself, warning her. drakorkitain top

They made a plan—if it could be called that. The Top had guardians: the glasswrights, the clockwrights, and the memory-holders. The guardians judged that the Rift should be sealed. Ixa wanted to open it. She argued that the world beyond might hold