Dariejxo ⚡

Years later, when Dariejxo could no longer climb the bluff, the villagers carried on his practice. They kept the hollow’s map in the town hall, and when they were uncertain, they would unroll it and let its careful ink remind them who they were. The stranger was never seen again, but sometimes at dusk, on the low wind, a faint sound like pages turning would come from the hollow and the village would feel, for a moment, exactly where it belonged.

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