Meiko blinked. She had not told anyone about the leather book. She had not told anyone she called herself "keeper" because the title felt too big for fingers that still bled when she baked night-buns. "The sky—" she began.
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"You kept them," someone behind Meiko murmured. She turned to find Toma, the mapmaker, smiling with a wetness at the corners of his eyes. Children pressed into the circle and stretched their hands toward the newly brightened constellations. Meiko blinked