The improbable beekeeper improvised a debt older than the language in a harbor town that history misplaced. The midnight violinist rekindled the rumor of a second moon along a riverbank stitched with fireflies. The silent trespasser rewrote a name spoken only in dreams inside the belly of a derelict ferry. The story, if you could call it that, had only begun.
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