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A breeze comes in from the north, carrying a faint bell. It might be a bird, a sleigh, or memory—who can be sure? The sound stitches the moment to a thousand other moments, and for an hour the world is built only of small, precise things: Zell’s breath, the dusting of snow on the cloth, the soft, shivering light across the stones. Then the bell stops. The sky tightens. The world exhales.