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Years later, a child would knock on his door with a bundle wrapped in oilcloth. The child was careful and did not look anyone in the eye. On the oilcloth was the sigil: three arcs interrupted by a bar. Devfus would take the bundle, feel the old hum in his bones, and smile in a way that gathered all the small repairs he’d ever made. He had been a mender of things and, when needed, of openings.