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There are rules to my work. Never force a memory. Never trade what you can’t afford. Always tuck a sliver of hope into the least noticed pocket. Once, a woman asked for her mother’s voice; I found it in a recipe card, the way the spices lined up like a sentence. Another time, a boy wanted the courage to speak; I returned him a name he’d forgotten he could use.