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Peepersapk felt it first as a chill under his glow. He hummed and pulsed, tried to mimic the steady roundness of elder peepers, but his light bobbed erratic and dimmer. He couldn’t sleep, because dreams for peepers are woven from the warmth of human stories, and the stories this winter were shuttered.

The Gleaner’s cries faded as the Hollow’s mirrors reflected nothing but moon and peat. The tower settled back into its sleep. Perhaps it would wake again one winter, perhaps not; Peepersapk hoped the village would keep more of its stories tucked in soon, for the peepers’ sake. peepersapk

At the room’s center slept a creature the peepers had never seen: the Gleaner—thin as frost, with hands that sifted through memory like rakes through hay. The Gleaner had no eyes, only cavities where light might once have lived. It sifted and stored reflections in glass jars, polishing them down until they lost their warmth. Peepersapk felt it first as a chill under his glow

He zipped past the Gleaner’s reaching hands, scattering shards of memory behind him. Each shard that tumbled out of the tower found its way along the stream and into the village—through seams in shutters, under doorways, and into sleeping ears. People stirred and turned in sleep, the lullabies catching them like warm rain. Somewhere a baker woke and threw a hand across his chest as the memory of good bread returned; a child smiled in a dream and tugged a blanket up. The Gleaner’s cries faded as the Hollow’s mirrors

The villagers mostly liked the peepers. Children chased them with open palms, giggling when they dissolved into motes that tickled fingertips. Gardeners followed their glow to find buried seeds and thirsty saplings. The peepers were good luck, or so everyone believed—until the winter when the lights began to fade.

Peepersapk was the smallest of the peepers. While the others were round and steady, like lanterns hung from invisible threads, Peepersapk had a quick, jittering glow that pulsed in uneven beats. He liked to dart close to people’s windows and peer in, fascinated by faces, hearths, and the slow, domestic rituals of humans.