Lista looked at the key and then at her PDF. The file had become not just a ledger but a map of grief and repair, a registry of things that had slipped from people's hold and needed guiding back. She typed the letters into a new entry: KEY — N·A·E — RETURNED.
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"Do you keep lists?" he asked.