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On the night the city celebrated the first winter after the arrival, lanterns bobbed above the courtyard and the saplings hummed in chorus. No stood on the lowest tier and told a story in which the city itself was a jar: fragile, luminous, full of unexpected things. When she finished, someone asked what would happen when the supply of stories ran out. samartofzoocom new
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