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A gaunt, pock-marked outcast—his face a topographical map of ridicule—drifts through a Hungarian village whose mud-caked lanes seem to exhale contempt. Children stone him, matrons cross themselves, men snicker behind frost-bitten whiskers. One winter dusk he rescues a lame girl whose crutch snaps on the ice; she, unafraid, offers him half a walnut and a lullaby. Their tethered solitude blooms in barns scented with wet straw, under lantern light that paints their shadows like cathedral ghosts. When the church bell tolls for her arranged marriage to the bailiff’s whey-faced son, the ugly boy barters his only heirloom—a copper crucifix—for a paper boat to float down the frozen creek, carrying his heartbeat in crimson ink. The ice cracks, the village holds its breath, and the girl’s limping silhouette vanishes into the fog, leaving footprints that fill with black snow. Years later, a traveling daguerreotypist captures a bearded ferryman whose eyes glimmer with remembered music; on the back of the plate he scrawls simply: “she sang to the river, it gave her back to me.”
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