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A long pause. “You are the first who remembers that she remembers.”

The room changed. The window was gone. The bird was gone. The sky was a flat gray screen. Veronica sat on the floor, her back against the wall, and waited. Vlad -W006- Veronica 61-68

Vlad reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small key—brass, old-fashioned, nothing that belonged in this sterile room. He placed it on the floor between them. A long pause