Amara handed over nothing. Instead she read aloud from the book.
That night, the Index changed.
A child in the circle—an orphan who had been given a token for charity, a scrap of the blanket—fell quiet. Their mouth opened as if to speak, then closed. A sound, at first like the sad ring of a bell, then like many bells folded into one another, filled the square. From somewhere beyond the city, a bell answered. index of the real tevar