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Calita smiled, and then she turned away, carrying the knowledge that some exclusivity is a small, private door opening to let people practice being human again. The Fire Garden remained behind the gate—exclusive, perhaps, but generous in the only ways that mattered: it gave chances back to a city that had almost forgotten how to ask for them.

Bang leaned on an iron spade that glowed faintly at the tip. “Exclusive in that it chooses whom to let in,” she said. “We don’t let in those who would take. We let in those who bring something back.” calita fire garden bang exclusive

Walking back through the market, Calita felt the city differently, like a body being tended. People she had barely known nodded to her with something like relief. The paper boat in her pocket was nearly worn through; when she reached into it, she found a strip of copper wire twisted into the shape of a little compass. She pinned it to her jacket without thinking. Calita smiled, and then she turned away, carrying