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"The seventh star," Ishaan murmured. "Not a place. A person."

He stepped down into the well. The air grew cold, not with the chill of stone but with the cold of somewhere else. Somewhen else. The silver box in his pocket grew hotter. At the bottom of the well, there was no water. There was only a door. Not a wooden door, not a stone door, but a door made of folded light, shimmering like a heat haze over a desert road. ishaan bhaskar

And somewhere, in a future that had not yet been written, a compass needle spun once, twice, three times—and pointed, for the first time in its existence, directly at the truth. "The seventh star," Ishaan murmured

Ishaan tried to speak, but his voice came out as a whisper. "Who are you?" The air grew cold, not with the chill

He placed the feather against the door of light. The world inverted. Color drained, sound collapsed, and for one terrible, eternal moment, Ishaan Bhaskar—cartographer, skeptic, ordinary man—became unmoored from time itself.