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Kurogane’s market was a braid of lives—merchants, exiles, fishermen, and a stranger who sold maps that were half prophecy. In the market’s shade, talk moved like fish in a net: rumors of a tournament held by a lacquered lord, whispers of a new NSP surfaced from a wrecked clan, and darker murmurs of a blade that sang and did not stop. Men with neat swords and men with cursed claws listened and forgot to eat. Women who stitched banners stitched them with eyes. Children learned the shape of a sword before they learned their letters.