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“You’ll go back,” Thal said, more an observation than a question.

“Always do,” Belfast said, with the dry humor of someone who’d navigated gunpowder plots and ballroom politics. “What’s the catch?” adventuring with belfast in another world v01 hot

She chose a memory not light nor unbearable: the first time she’d been complimented on her seamstresses’ stitch by an old deckhand who’d seen more storms than song. It was small—a bright, honest note—but it was hers. She watched as the woman slipped it from her like a cat shedding fur and sealed it in glass. The transaction hummed through the market like a chord struck; somewhere, a bell that sounded like a laugh pealed. “You’ll go back,” Thal said, more an observation

“You can take any future,” the steward said with an air of indulgence. “Behold: the life you might have had—no sea, no maps—comforts unspent, no battles, contentment measured in safe days. Or this—glory and the burdens that come with it. Or fame, or obscurity, or endless wanderings. Take one and the others unmake themselves.” It was small—a bright, honest note—but it was hers

Thal’s smile was a fissure of moonlight. “Stories are a heady currency. We’ll see how far they buy you.”