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The center became a secret exchange point: what the web had taken, the city could trade back in bread and blankets and instructions for mending what was breaking. In quiet moments someone would wheel a trolley of unlabeled cassettes across the floor and an older man would call out, "Another bundle from Xxvidsx." The volunteers would unwrap them, listen, and place the ones that could teach into a stack marked "How-To," the ones that were tender into "Memory," and those that seemed dangerous—jealousy, revenge—into a sealed folder no one opened.