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And beneath the rain one night, down a side street with a door painted the color of old coins, a toddler tugging at his mother's hand asked, in the way small children do, "What's that song?" She leaned down and, without thinking much more than the act required, began to hum. The child listened. A name lodged into the city like a stitch.

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