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Word travels fast in places where the hills funnel voices. By sunset the market hummed with conjecture: fortune-seeker, academic, thief, spirit. Mofuland, who made his living on the axis of curiosity, invited her tea and the exchange of small confidences. She offered none in return but left behind a small object: a brass tag with the inscription v003514. “It fits the valley,” she said, not looking him in the eye. “It will fit the rest.”