Mofuland, for his part, remained a vendor of small truths. His stall changed names that spring: “Mofuland Hot — Ledger Exchange.” He sold bookmarks that fit into the ledger’s spine and tiny iron keys that could open nothing but a willing conversation. He watched the valley get easier and harder at the same time—easier for those who could let go, harder for those who expected to be sheltered from the consequences of earlier lives.
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