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Her name, when she eventually gave it, was Mara. She moved through the days mapping the place by ritual. Mornings: tea, a page of handwriting, a walk to the corner store where the clerk always saved her change. Afternoons: errands, letter-writing in a cramped handwriting that folded words like origami. Nights: she read by lamp-light until the sentences in the pages and the sentences she practiced began to look like the same thing, twin lines that might meet if she kept going.