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She opened her logbook. On a fresh page, she wrote:

She took a breath. Then another.

The old man’s handwriting on the faded map said only: “Sanak is not a place. It is the space between the last known thing and the first impossible thing.” Searching for- sanak in-

She turned The Persistent Star north, toward home. She wasn’t searching anymore. She opened her logbook