They gathered friends: Marius, who’d learned to read political manifestos as if they were weather reports; Éponine, whose bitterness had turned to resolve; and Gavroche, older now but still sharp-eyed. Together they began to digitize the small histories tucked in the case—handwritten apologies, petitions, ledgers of debt, a faded photograph of a barricade whose faces they recognized from stories but not from memory.