The boy climbed to the rooftops while the rest of the village was still asleep. The watery light of dawn was just beginning to gather at the eastern horizon. It was time.
He pulled the flute out of its case and began to play. First softly, then louder and more joyously. The instrument didn’t look like much, but its tones were sweet and clear.
He played until he felt the sun warm his face, then climbed down and joined the morning crowd.
He never told anyone he played the sun awake for fear they would delay him in his duty.

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