Yapoo - Market 65 Part 2

Mara hesitated only a moment. The tin was warm, as if it had been held close to someone's heart. Inside, beneath a layer of fragrant herbs, lay a set of keys: one small and silver, another heavy and brass, and a third that looked almost ornamental, etched with a symbol she had seen once before — a wave curling into a crescent moon.

In a nondescript alley, a group of vendors had begun setting up their stalls, each one more intriguing than the last. The market, a quarterly event, was shrouded in mystery, with its origins and purpose known only to a select few. The vendors, an eclectic mix of artisans, collectors, and curators, had been invited to participate in this exclusive gathering. Yapoo Market 65 Part 2