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Mara sat at the kitchen table with a mug gone cold beside her, the hard drive humming like a living thing. She fed the files to software that stitched frames into frames, that swept away static and smoothed grain without smoothing memory. Frame by frame she watched her grandfather blink in slow, patient revelation; he adjusted the lens, fumbled with a cigarette lighter that had long since been snuffed. The footage—shot in an era when resolution was a different standard of sacrifice—breathed as pixels proliferated, as algorithms interpolated, as the past filled in with the improbable fidelity of the present.