The Ember Arc

THE FLAME

What it was: the bakery's fire iron. Whose it was: the baker who never once burned a batch. Its stream burns this color in the night — and whatever the flame, every muerto it calms still warms to marigold on the way home.

IN THE HAND

Short reach, fierce grip — get close and hold on.

THE CLAIM

Carried by 0xf73a…5d27 since September 7, 2026. One glimjack, one Arc — this one is spoken for.