Lyra Crow Top | GENUINE — MANUAL |

Tools done, she replaced the plates with a convincing facsimile: a flat slab with a convincingly corroded face. In the jacket’s inner hem she tucked the real thing. Storing it close felt right. The Crow Top’s pocket was more than cloth; it was a place where decisions lodged and cooled, where impulses could be weighed in the dark. She thought of the people who had once worn this jacket — who had slid through back doors, negotiated with criminals, kissed lovers in alleys — and felt less alone.