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123. THE LOGIC OF THE THAW

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ARIA'S POV

The thaw did not arrive with a dramatic rush of water. It came quietly, in the late afternoon of a Tuesday in mid-March, as a soft, warm wind blew up the valley from the south, turning the hard crust of the snow dark and porous.

By Friday, the eaves were dripping in a steady, unbroken rhythm, a millions-fold pendulum marking the return of the earth.

Theo and Julian stood at the edge of the lower terrace, boots sank deep into the black, saturated soil that was finally breaking free of
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