He set the satchel on the floor and unfastened it with careful fingers. Inside were blueprints, vellum maps, and a small brass object half obscured by a silk cloth. When he lifted the cloth, the lamp caught on the thing and the light bent as if it had slipped into another weather. The object was a compact the size of a coin—polished, etched with a bolt and the words EXTRA QUALITY, the same emblem Mara knew from her labels but older, worn with a many-handed life.
“Why do you want this kept?” Mara asked when the compact fit into its cradle. stormy excogi extra quality
“Can it be used to find him?” he asked. He set the satchel on the floor and