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In her memories from childhood, all of them held the same face, a face whose name was Stranger. When she was seven years old, he took her hand, and there were faint shadows of light leaping between his fingers, like those warmths that had disappeared so long ago. I'll help you, he said to her. For the first time he had a vaguely recognizable shadow in her eyes. When he was seventeen, he held her close, and the roiling sparks of threadbare flowers illuminated her...