I bought it from a man at a street market who sharpened knives from a cart. It was not for sale. He sold it to me anyway.

It covers a region neither of us had heard of. Several of the roads no longer exist. We have been planning a trip around it for two years.

Six linen napkins, mismatched in the way that suggests a set that was never finished. Soren thought they were impractical. He irons them himself now.

I found it at a market stall between a broken clock and a tray of mismatched cutlery. Soren said six coins was too much. I bought it anyway. I use it every morning.