But the thief would not be undone by names alone. Night came heavy and the thief appeared like smoke shaped into a man, wearing the swapped faces of all who had forgotten their promises. He argued: lines should be flexible; the world should be for those bold enough to bend it. He offered Kirtu coin, offered Mara the map’s power. Kirtu held a small piece of chalk and a single rule: a map must be truthful to be useful. He refused the coin. Mara refused the power.