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On the fifth evening, a tailor named Inés opened his shop to find every thread in his chest rewoven, the pattern of a suit he’d been unable to finish rendered on the cloth as if a steady hand had worked while he slept. He wept quietly, folding the fabric over his fist. News travelled in the city by a network of neighborly grievances and small mercies; by morning, the miracle had a ledger: shoes healed blisters, a choir regained a lost hymn, a widow’s report card — a single page misplaced ten years — arrived back between the planks of her kitchen table.