Verified: the town ledger marks his name with a careful ink stroke, a seal pressed over it like a coin. It is not the stamp of bureaucracy but of necessity; when pipes burst and promises leak, people consult the ledger and find him. They have seen him steady a riverbank with two hands and a whispered plan, seen him sit on a jetty and mend a child’s paper ship with nothing but a glance and a thread. Skeptics become believers the first time his boots leave no print on dew-soaked cobbles.
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