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They could have packed the compressor out, sold it, or kept it and become wealthy in small mercies and quiet punishments. Instead, Lena turned the plate over in her hand and, with an impulse that felt less like choice than surrender, made a list. Not of the items that lined the plate—those would be appointed by the fairyrar’s own hand—but of debts she knew she had binding her to others. She would make return possible where she could. Her list was small and immediate: the clock to the baker, the missing bolt to the mechanic, a letter returned to a woman who had waited twenty years for an apology.