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As days shortened and the mango tree in the courtyard gave up its last fruit, more children came. Zoikhem’s lab was not only for fixing objects; it fixed small shocks of the heart. A widow brought a music box that no longer sang; when Zoikhem coaxed the tiny gears, the tune returned and the widow’s laugh spilled out like light. A fisherman brought a rope that had taught him patience; Zoikhem braided into it a knot that would not hold back memories but helped him cast them farther out to sea.