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Mara felt the key before she saw it—an electric tug beneath the palm of her hand, like the hum of a wire. It was colder than metal should be, brass gone to a dark green patina, teeth cut in an unfamiliar geometry, and at its bow, instead of the usual hole, a small lattice like a map. When she lifted it, the fluorescent lights flickered and then steadied as if in agreement.

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On the third morning, Mr. Ames—the teacher who taught Mara to love maps—came in looking for a book on cartography and found her poring over the little lattice. “Is that an astrolabe?” he asked. Mara felt the key before she saw it—an