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The stone shuddered. The low hum rose and faded. The wind, for one long breath, went utterly still. Then it returned—soft, steady, and sane from the west.

It started with a broken wheel. Then a locked granary door with a snapped key inside. Then a dispute about the village goat, who had eaten a wedding shawl she’d found hanging on a line. Sef solved the wheel by carving a new axle in two hours. The lock by tapping the key fragment out with a thin brass rod from his tool chest. The goat dispute? He bought the shawl’s owner a new length of embroidered cloth from the traveling merchant, and convinced the goat’s owner to pay half. sef sermak

Sef shrugged. He didn’t feel like a tree. He felt like a man who just wanted to finish a lindenwood bird for his niece’s birthday. The stone shuddered