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Once the words left his mouth they seemed to roll down the hill and into the town like a pebble into a pond. Faces turned from the lantern to one another, suddenly imagining their private things illuminated—a love note folded in an attic trunk, a ledger with figures wiped clean in the night, a bottle hidden beneath a floorboard.

Etta crouched beside him. “Did you light it?” hdhub4umn

Decades later, when fewer remembered the exact shape of the first night’s climb, the lantern remained in the town’s stories, an old thing passed from mouth to mouth. Children still dared one another to reach the hilltop, and sometimes, late at night, a pale glow would drape itself over the town and the people would stand in doorways and listen to the wind and the living. Once the words left his mouth they seemed

“It came last night,” a voice whispered behind them. “I dreamt I saw it and then woke to find my window open.” “Did you light it