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But my grandfather, Nana, remembers everything.

I wasn’t scared anymore.

I hid in the basement of the old State Library—a skeleton of a building, looted long ago. I sat in the dark, hugging the hard drive. My heart was a drum. I plugged it into a wall socket that miraculously still had juice.

That night, the City Recovery Squad came. They knock on doors and confiscate "unlicensed memory." They hate the Archive because it remembers the truth: that water used to be free, that the air wasn’t always yellow, that elections used to have more than one name on the ballot.

The screen lit up. The blue LED glowed like a firefly.