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There were others. They arrived like minor constellations: a woman with ink on her fingers, the child who had slept on the rooftop now older and more watchful, a man whose hands carried the smell of iron and the tide. They told their parts of the story in halting increments: the night someone had reprogrammed the city’s clocks; the time an underground radio played a song that made people forget their names for an hour; the rumor of a door that led, inexplicably, to other dawns.