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Elias sat in his boat, weeping, as the bay filled with light and the town woke to find they could suddenly remember every tune they had ever lost.

On the sixth line, the stone spoke.

He never tried to sing it again. He didn't have to. Because from that morning on, whenever a child was born in Tahr-al-Bahr, the first sound they made wasn't a cry. aghany mnwt