When the children asked in later years about the tower with the mirrors, elders told them the story without embellishment: how a woman named Stella made bargains and unmade them, how the city were saved and nearly suffocated by one bright image, and how, slowly, the people learned to look at many things at once. The tale had teeth and tenderness. It ended, as all good parables do, with an image that was not perfect and therefore, in the long run, more true.