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He searched the archive again. He searched for "chagrins," for "1914," for "Unknown." Nothing. The entry had vanished as if the library had corrected a glitch in time. He looked down at his hands, still vibrating from that final chord. On his fingertips, there was a faint, impossible smudge of sepia ink—dry, smelling of ozone and old dust, the only proof of the summer that never stayed.