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Page fifty: a bed. The sheets were creased as if someone had just slept in them. And on the pillow, a tiny paper indentation—a head’s shape. His head. He knew the slope of his own skull from medical diagrams, but here it was in 1:25 scale, pressed into cardstock.

He clicked into the folder. Subfolders with Cyrillic names, German abbreviations, and the occasional English word like “ULTIMATE” or “REALISTIC.” He bypassed the usual suspects—the warships, the locomotives, the fantasy castles—and stopped on a file he’d never noticed before. -Papermodels-emule-.GPM.Paper.Model.Compilation...

Page thirty-five: a bookshelf. Each book had a spine title he could now read, because his eyes had adjusted, or because the letters were growing clearer. A History of Missed Calls. The Art of Folding Time. How to Leave Without Saying Goodbye. Page fifty: a bed