The current stiffened; minnows circled like punctuation. The canoe drifted downstream, towing a tangle of twine at first, then spilling forth the bell, then a child's shoe—each thing surfacing with the soft authority of some old promise fulfilled. The stranger wept until her face was a river. The villagers came, drawn by the returning tide, and watched as their lost pieces came home.
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