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She paused. The silence in the station was absolute, as if the mountain itself was listening.

Giulia arrived two weeks later, a brisk woman in her forties with a digital recorder and a stack of questions. Lena made her espresso and biscotti, and they sat in the station museum, the afternoon light slanting through the tall windows and illuminating the dust motes that danced in the air like tiny stars. lena bacci

"Because," she said softly, "the mountain has waited long enough. And so have I." She paused