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By dusk they reached a cove littered with glass and boat fragments. Under a tide-worn sign stamped with “A DO” someone had nailed a row of watches. Each timepiece was stopped at a different hour. Mary pulled one down. Its hands were fused at four minutes past midnight—the exact time she’d left town. She wrapped it in a clean scrap of sailcloth and placed it gently back; the watch did not belong to anyone now. It belonged to the place that remembered.