Rumor clung to him like pollen. Some nights he disappeared into the river’s fog and came back with a new accent; other times he was found sleeping on a bench with a child’s drawing tucked beneath his elbow. Once, when the town’s mayor announced plans to gut a beloved park, Glossmen set up a contest: anyone could submit the truest story of the park, and the town would vote. He read the entries aloud on a borrowed stage until the mayor, who had meant to sell the land, stepped down and wept in public. They said that was the first time anyone had seen a man in power humbled by the simple force of memory.
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