One year later The child arrived at dusk. No one noticed him at first. The road was busy that evening. A ferry had just unloaded travelers from the western river route, and the shelter yard was full of muddy boots, steaming cloaks, and the smell of fresh bread. The boy stood at the gate holding a lantern that had gone out sometime during the rain. He looked no older than ten. Too thin. Too tired. Too determined to ask for help. Hesta noticed him eventually. Of course she did. She always noticed the ones trying not to be seen. She crossed the yard, took one look at the dead lantern, and said, “You’ve been walking too long.” The boy blinked. “I didn’t say anything.” “You didn’t need to.” She took the lantern from his hands, relit it from the shelter flame, and pressed it back into his fingers. The gold light steadied. For a moment, the boy stared at it as if he had forgotten lanterns could be relit. “What’s your name?” “Lio.” “Where are you coming from?” He hesitat
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