Zara stood on the beach, the Lagos breeze whipping her hair as Aisha's memories flooded back – laughter, tears, and a childhood lost. She smiled, a sense of closure washing over her.
The phone buzzed again. Same unknown number: "The Market wants you. Job."
Zara's gut said yes. She looked out at the ocean, a new story brewing.
A voice behind her: "Zara, meet Amara. She's the Market's new whisperer."
Amara stepped forward, eyes intense. "First job: find the ghost ship off Tin Can Island. They say it holds a cargo of forgotten dreams."
Zara raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like a plan."