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Years on, children made up a chant — a nonsense rhyme about a woman with three names and a scent like midnight — and mothers tucked it into lullabies. In the market, people still brought their grief to Elias’ stall, and he would hand them a small vial. He never labeled them the same way twice, for names have power. Once, pressed between the jars and the dust, he found a scrap of paper the woman had left: "Free what remembers," it read, in the tidy, dangerous slant of a person who knows where the comfortable things lie.