Amy and Matcha knew the chase would come. They also knew that once someone remembered a thing fully, it had a way of fracturing bureaucracy. Fullness could not be legislated away. You could compress networks, but you could not compress a child's hand around a dough ball or the way a first kiss tasted of metal and peppermint. Such things proliferated contagiously.

Amy touched a pouch and let it unclasp. The memory within spilled out in faint ribbons: a ferry at dawn, a child's laugh, an apology that smelled of copper coins. She had preserved it because she couldn't bear forgetting the way the harbor had hummed that day. She pressed the memory to the cube's surface.

But the Bureau noticed too. Their sensors flagged unusual fluxes—analog spikes combined with organic replication. Agents moved with protocol soreness. Drones began to lace the sky like cold punctuation.

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