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Milo’s eyebrows knit together. “A what?”

Milo hesitated, then placed his trembling hand on the cold wood. The moment his palm touched the surface, a soft glow began to seep out, wrapping his fingers in a gentle amber light. In his mind’s eye, a fragment of a map unfurled—lines that weren’t of roads, but of choices, of forks he’d never taken, of a town he’d never visited, a love he’d never spoken of.

The glow intensified, and the box opened on its own, revealing a single, delicate feather—its barbs shimmering like spun silver. Scarlett stepped forward, plucking it from the box.

Milo stared at the feather, his eyes filling with tears. “I thought I was lost because I never finished the map of my own heart.”