Asa heard Ishani laugh softly and roll her eyes as she realized what the white button was. He grinned and cocked an eyebrow at her at her suggestively.

The recessed showcase was backlit through a large piece of pale blue glass, and a deep pockmark in it refracted light like a small explosion. Glass shelves held various items: three heavy silver jewelry boxes, a long piece of rebar with black-stained concrete detritus plastered to one end, a souvenir flintlock pistol, and... the white button.

He picked up the button and immersed himself in the words she spoke. Opened his senses, feeling the smooth hardness of the button, the now sharp edges of the thread holes, the traces of long-gone perfume. Asa pushed his Blood, her description of what she had seen guiding his search. He searched beyond the tactile and olfactory secrets already yielded. His own memories guided him as well, and then... there. A single, hazy flash. Shadow-clad figures in a dark room, once patient hands pulling insistently at a white dress... a button... flying through the air.

Asa nodded to Ishani's questioning look, and with a smile, the same hands pulled her close... no less insistent than before.

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