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Many giant tragedies killed people. Battles, disease, poison. One rarely considered the small things. We didn’t watch out for them.
By some miracle, the echoes of the carnival drifted to us. The laughter of two children pealing through the air. A tinkling, eternal sound. A melody caught in a net of time, which wouldn’t change—even while those children did. Even when they grew up.