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On the anniversaries when fog rolled in heavy and the bulbs in the lantern room glowed red and warm, Jonas would climb the stairs and run a finger along the lantern glass. Once, he would press his palm flat against the weathered rail and imagine the stone’s humming returning underneath the floor. He would think of all the names it had wanted and the names he had fed it—treasures and griefs and the small durable things that constitute a life.

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