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When Mara visited the riverfront, the center's door was padlocked, but the backroom window was unlatched. Inside, dust lay like a second floor of time. Shelves sagged under the weight of pamphlets and boxes; in one, the ribbon lay folded atop a stack of handwritten zines. The zines were testimonies—short scenes, fragments of a performance that had become an act of witness. The handwriting matched a note recovered in the video’s last frames: “If this returns, set it right.”