Nara felt her throat squeeze. Names had always been small meteors in her mouth. She thought of the child who'd once come into her shop and asked for a name to keep its fear quiet. Nara had given the child a name that tasted of hot stone and rain; it had worked for a while until the child outgrew the quickness of borrowed courage.
"To Nara of the Knots," it began. "If there is one who can bind the Unending, come to the Seventh Bridge at dusk. Bring the last spare of any name you keep."
Names. Nara's fingers tightened around the scrap of cloth where she stored the memory of her brother's true name — a name he had bartered away one winter when the cold was bad and their larder was worse. She had promised she would never use it for payment. A knot is only a knot until it becomes a promise, and promises are the spine of Kosukuri.
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