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…"Lost?" she asked, her voice a low, husky murmur that seemed to carry the grit of the city. I shook my head, my gaze still fixed on the weeping eye. "Just… observing." She chuckled, a dry, rustling sound. "Observing the language of the forgotten, are we?" My heart gave a sudden, involuntary lurch. "You understand it?" She shrugged, a fluid movement. "Some of it. It speaks of what the stones remember, what the wind forgets." She gestured with a paint-stained finger towards a particular cluster of symbols within the mural. "See there? The spiral that unwinds? It's a path. A way to begin, and a way to end, all at once." I fumbled for my notebook, my hand trembling slightly. The spiral.