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... nd’s memory. But maybe we can fracture that memory."
"What do you mean?" Jude asked.
Natalie held his gaze. "The island made this place by forgetting something else. A dream of baskets and children, of laughter and ordinary roads. I think... we can remind it."
Soft murmurs circled. She continued: "If we bring parts of ourselves here, our memories, our rituals, our names, maybe we can weld ourselves into the island, not as victims, but as partners."
Grace nodded. " ...
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