One winter, a storm大—so fierce that the willow’s roots loosened and the river rose like an angry mirror—swept through Muiren. Many lanterns were washed away or crushed beneath fallen beams. The village woke under a sky that seemed raw with absence. People stood in their doorways, holding what was left and watching the moon blink as if unsure it could remember its own face.
The black lantern on her table trembled. The hush around it loosened, like breath returning. A single pinprick of light shivered at its seam, then another. The lantern did not blaze; it opened like a slow eye. Inside, Amaya thought she could see a tiny map made of stardust and river-ladders, and at its center a small, frightened star the size of a seed. ganduworld
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