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Rahat handed the radio back. The woman blinked, startled and grateful. She asked him if he heard anything else; he shook his head and then, without thinking, told her a small thing he’d learned from Rahatu: “When you mend something, listen for what it wants to become.”

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“Choices collect like leaves,” she said. “Some we burn to keep warm. Some we tuck away to study. But there are always ones that wait for a hand.” Rahat handed the radio back

“Who were you?” Rahat asked.