Markets are meant for trade—goods exchanged, coins passed hand to hand, faces glimpsed and forgotten. They are crowded places, loud and alive, where no one looks too closely and everyone is reflected in passing: in polished fruit, in metal scales, in glass. That is why mirrors have no place there. Some say they confuse the spirit. Others say they remember too much. But in Blackwood, the rule is simple and absolute: never bring a mirror to the market—because if you do, something will look back, and it will follow you home.