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The glow of magic started at the doorknob, then washed through the entire village in a golden shimmer. It blanketed the Encanto like a long-awaited reconciliation, filling everyone it touched with a brief sensation of warmth and anticipation, the kind of feeling that came with a new beginning. The sparkling light reached the place where the mountains had so recently been split, then funneled through, dancing along in the breeze.
When it reached the river, the magic swirled in upon itself, as if deciding where to go, then traveled downstream for a little while, dancing playfully with the water. Eventually, it crossed to the opposite bank, within view of a small village not far from the water’s edge, and settled itself on a single home. It hovered above the roof tiles for a moment, then collapsed in on itself and vanished.
Inside the house, a fork clattered loudly against a plate. An old man, who had been eating a quiet supper, gasped aloud as memories suddenly resurfaced in his mind.
For the first time in fifty years, Pedro Madrigal remembered.