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Mara’s hair was the color of old paper; her fingers, quick and sure, braided and unbraided the clines as if they were Christmas ribbons. She never took coin in the usual way. Instead, she asked for stories—small, honest exchanges of memory. Those who traded a good story left with a cline looped over their shoulder and a taste of static in their mouth, like a promise.

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