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Sorya laughed. “Then you’ve finally understood.”

Kael stood. A bee landed on his sleeve. Then a butterfly. Then a stray dog wandered up and rested its head on his knee. Elder Venn smiled. “You’re a table now,” she said. “And they are hungry. Loyetu is being still enough to become useful to the small, the lost, the forgotten. Without wanting a reward.” loyetu

Then he found Mira, a girl of seven who tamed wild crows. She sat on a stone wall, feeding a one-eyed bird named Clatter. “ Loyetu ?” she said, giggling. “It’s when you lose your favorite rock—the smooth gray one—and three days later, the crow drops the exact same rock on your windowsill. But you can’t prove it was yours. So you just say thank you.” Sorya laughed