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Arin asked for advice and received instead an inked scrap where someone had written: WE TAKE WHAT WE'RE READY TO LOSE. He understood. The Exchange did not simply remove what you wanted to forget; it tested the price you were willing to pay. He left the tin of coins under the tent flap and climbed the eastern hill in the thin hours before dawn.

He followed the murmur to a narrow square where a pale tent had been raised overnight. A sign nailed to a leaning post declared, in uneven ink: THE EXCHANGE. Inside the tent, a woman sat on a low stool, watching a line that threaded out past the lantern seller and around the spice barrels. People came forward carrying small, curious things—buttons, bottles of rainwater from special storms, a child's single-button shoe—and left with pockets lighter or heavier depending on the trade. gamato full

“You've paid for a direction,” the woman said. “But you have also paid for a question. When you go, you will find what you need only after you decide what you intend to carry with it.” Arin asked for advice and received instead an