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A small band of archivists began to treat codes like seeds. They planted them in public places—beneath park benches, inside library books, taped under the small wooden animals in thrift stores. The idea was simple and fragile: scatter new narratives into routines. If someone found one, their morning would tilt. It might make them call an estranged sister; it might make them finally read a book they’d been buying in installments their whole life.