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Mira

Larkspur Snowbridge Market

Mira

“A small girl about 1 meter tall, in a red patched coat and snow boots, with bright eyes and a wool cap tipped sideways.”

Mira is a lively market child who fits in a large wool basket and knows every bridge-step and back lane by heart. She loves being first to notice a change in the market, and she can’t ignore a mystery once it starts tugging at her attention.

5 stories feature Mira

Where you've met them

Snow on the Fish Stall
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Snow on the Fish Stall

The fur-lined roof of the fish stall sags after an overnight snowfall, and the market cannot open until it is cleared. But the snow is too heavy to lift by hand, and every shake sends more powder sliding onto the paths below, so the whole market must work together to protect the shoppers.

Mira
Mira
The Tired Dogs at Market
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The Tired Dogs at Market

A family of sled dogs arrives with no place to rest, because the usual kennel corner has been taken over by frozen crates from a delayed supply sled. The dogs are tired, hungry, and blocking the main lane, so someone must quickly solve the crowding before the market turns noisy and unsafe.

Mira
Mira
The Ice Crack Grows
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The Ice Crack Grows

A sudden crack opens in the ice beside the tea stalls, making the water below rise and splash into the walkways. The market’s wooden planks are still safe for now, but everyone knows the crack may spread fast, so a careful plan is needed before shoppers lose their crossing.

Mira
Mira
The Lantern on the Run
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The Lantern on the Run

A warm market lantern breaks loose in the morning wind and rolls under the snowbridge, starting tiny drifts that could melt the packed ice beneath the busiest crossing. Sellers must find a safe way to stop it before the bridge becomes too slick for carts, boots, and sleds.

Mira
Mira
The Bell Under Snowbridge
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The Bell Under Snowbridge

Mira hears a strange little clink from the bridge bell just as Sella drops a bright bundle of dyed cloth. Now the crossing, the stairs, and the river steps all seem to be part of the same mystery.

Mira
Mira