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He taped it to the wall above his desk. Then he opened his laptop and deleted the final chapter of his new book—the one titled The Memoryless Self .

On the last morning, the sun broke through the Cambridge rain. Chloe died at 7:43 a.m., with her hand in his. Alistair Norris returned to his college rooms. He sat at his desk. The silver die-shaped letter opener lay where he’d left it. He opened the drawer marked "Past States." Inside, beneath a folded program from a long-ago conference, was the postcard of the Maine lighthouse. markov chain norris

“The present state required it,” he said. Then winced. Even now, he couldn’t help himself. He taped it to the wall above his desk