Edric Voss runs a respectable curiosity shop, which is to say: he sells mildly dangerous objects to people who do not always understand what they are buying, keeps meticulous records, and prefers his life quiet, predictable, and entirely within his control.This arrangement holds until he opens a cabinet that was very clearly labelled do not open.Inside is Sable.Sable is a pixie of the Hellebore Court—former Arbiter, current problem—who has spent the last three years sealed in a box, sold as a "e;specimen,"e; and is taking the entire situation with remarkable composure, if one defines composure as sustained outrage and a list of complaints. He is proud, precise, and absolutely certain that his current predicament can be resolved with sufficient intelligence.The curse disagrees.To be free, Sable must "e;yield the greater place"e; and understand what he has lost. It is, on the surface, a straightforward problem. Sable approaches it accordingly: with logic, ritual, and the firm belief that he is the most qualified person in the room to solve it.This does not work.Edric, unfortunately, is the only person available to assist, observe, and occasionally prevent Sable from making things worse. He is practical, unflappable, and entirely unimpressed by titles, which Sable finds both baffling and deeply inconvenient.It would be easier if they disliked each other properly.Instead, Sable begins to notice things. The way Edric moves through the shop. The way he pays attention. The way he does not ask for anything in return. It is, objectively, suspicious behaviour.It is also a problem.Because the curse cannot be solved with cleverness, or strategy, or perfectly executed surrender. It requires something much less dignified.