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Vixen took the book, thumbed through pages of languages that had once been hers to decipher—lines about rivers that miss their banks, about doors that open to rooms you did not know you were seeking. She thought of how books tumble through peoples’ lives: a handoff, a relic, a way of marking a moment. She weighed the book in her hands and felt the soft gravity of human history.