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Calling Song
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Though she tries not to react strongly, the man in the black hood notices her reaction and points to his scar, explaining that it's not important. It's from a long time ago.
Nan asks for the date -- including the year. The man smiles, looking up at the warm sky and the sun-baked adobe and tile roof of the building by the courtyard, and says that he understands. In a place like this, it must be so easy to lose track of time.
He's just passing through, himself. Here to see someone, and then move on. And yet he wishes he could stay in this lovely place, so long that he too could lose track of the years.
It is the third -- or wait, perhaps the fourth? -- of June, in the year 1828.
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