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When the glare receded and the sky settled back into its old, comfortable dark, something had settled in the town too. The marsh did not become a shrine; the visitors did not reappear. Instead, the people kept one small habit: on clear nights they looked up, then to the place on the horizon where the lights had left, and somewhere between those two gestures they found room to wonder. The bakery sold starflower jam for a while, and the mayor kept a photograph on his desk that he refused to discuss.

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