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“You were exclusive,” Calita said, smiling.

Bang shrugged. “Only the honest reach in. Exclusivity disguises kindness sometimes. The city is full of people who hold their grudges like trophies. Here, we ask them to trade.” calita fire garden bang exclusive

On an evening full of smoked lemon skies, Calita stood at the gate and looked in. Bang was nowhere to be seen—perhaps tending another plot of fire elsewhere in the city. The flame-flowers hummed as always. Calita put her hand to the copper stamp that read Bang and felt the echo of all the returning: the man by the quay, the paper boat that had moved, the soft traded coin that became bread. She pressed her palm to the metal and whispered without theatrics, “Thank you.” “You were exclusive,” Calita said, smiling