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Mara thought of charts and tides and the peculiar mathematics of memory-engineering. “Not like a map,” she said. “But memory is like a compass. The exact rhythm might lead you where colors of that night still hang. It will point you toward places where the sea remembers Jonah the way we remember him.” stormy excogi extra quality

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