No one knew how the book had come to be here. Some said it had been rescued from a cellar in Rouen; others swore they had seen soldiers trading it for a loaf of bread outside Évreux. To Lucie, who had found it under a bench while sheltering from the wind, it was nothing more than the perfect kind of ruin: a story half-buried in dust, a thing that understood how to survive.
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No one knew how the book had come to be here. Some said it had been rescued from a cellar in Rouen; others swore they had seen soldiers trading it for a loaf of bread outside Évreux. To Lucie, who had found it under a bench while sheltering from the wind, it was nothing more than the perfect kind of ruin: a story half-buried in dust, a thing that understood how to survive.
Lucie thought of museums—then of the children planting seeds by the ruined chapel, the old man's whistle, the woman who mended sleeves. "No," she said, "it belongs to the square and the steeple and the hands that add to it. Its extra quality is that it keeps being written."