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Lina read in the lamplight. The book’s first paragraph was a photograph whose frame she could step into: a bench at a train station, two apples, a child who never learned to say goodbye. As she read, she realized she could close the book and keep the taste of that bench, the sound of the child’s laughter, the ache of a goodbye never learned. The sentences arranged themselves as memories she could borrow.