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Cecelia’s first impulse was to catalog, to note dates, to attribute paper and chemical processes. Her second was curiosity. She mapped the images against the map and found that each trace corresponded to a building that still stood—some dilapidated, some renovated, some with new tenants that had pushed previous occupants’ lives into the attic of memory. The engravings on the key’s bow, the three circles and rays, matched a carving high on the municipal building’s cornice. It had been half-covered by ivy for decades.