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“You took my name,” she said. “You traded it for coins.”

Pain lanced his chest—sharp, immediate, his name stripped and pulled out through his sternum. He realized then that names were not labels but anchors. The light in the lantern showed him a flicker of his own life: faces he'd traded, debts repaid with secrets, promises he had shrugged away. Each was a stitch cut free; without his name, each thread loosened. tomb hunter revenge new

“You will return it,” she said. Her fingers brushed the air near him and for a moment he felt the pull of a current, an old ledger balancing itself. He tried to step back; his boot slipped on grit. The tomb liked balance. It remembered theft like a ledger remembers sums. “You took my name,” she said

He tasted iron. The half-amulett in his hand was warm, beating faintly like a caged thing. He thought of the man who'd bought the pin for a fistful of coin, of the market lanes, of the children who played where merchants hawked wares. Time, he knew, favored those who could run. He had always been fast. But speed could not outrun debt written into bone. The light in the lantern showed him a