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The luminous thing was not what Lira expected. It did not glow from within like a star, nor did it burn with the fever of forbidden artifacts. It glowed the soft color of a bedside lamp, the warm white of things that have watched people sleep. It hung inside a floating casket of clear polymer, wrapped around a single, ordinary object: a paper crane.

Lira felt old and young all at once. She pictured the people who had folded cranes, tied ribbons, and tucked notes into seams; people who hoped an ordinary kindness might someday return to them. She thought of the catalog of small mercies on Sechexspoofy’s shelves and how the ship had become an accidental archive. sechexspoofy v156

“Is it alive?” Lira asked.