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"Why me?" Nora asked.

Faces, Jasper had said.

At dusk, she launched a small boat into the river, the map folded against her chest. The X marked a shallow bend where, in low light, old beams still pinched at the surface. The water tasted of iron and remembered things. She worked with a grappling hook and patience, feeling the snag and, with a lurch, bringing up a waterlogged chest. Its iron was crusted but intact. dass376javhdtoday04192024javhdtoday0155