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A month passed. Life returned to its habitual geometry—inventory counts, lunch at the corner deli, evenings with a paperback. But every so often Miriam experienced a flash of an emotion she could not assign a source to: a tightening like sorrow when a neighbor’s cat disappeared, or a surge of protective instinct standing in a grocery checkout line. Each time, she would look inward and find that the feeling had no root in her own history. She logged each incident in a small notebook she kept in the bottom drawer of her desk, a secular confessional.

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That evening, she wrapped the PCMFlash in a brown box and took it to the returns dock. The shipping label had a return address in Novo-Orion, far enough that the printed map on the label didn’t try very hard. Miriam signed the manifest, then paused. An impulse older than curiosity made her ask the attendant a question: “Has anything like this... been returned before?” A month passed