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They tracked the outro in one take. Sia's voice, doubled and tripled, became a chorus of footprints—some faltering, some firm—walking away from the light. Underneath, Mara placed an old harmonium sample that trembled like a train passing through a slumbering town. When the last note dissolved, there was a silence so full it felt like another instrument. The frost came early that year, a white