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They kept the book under a thin layer of dust, where light from the single window braided itself across the spine like a reluctant memory. The cover bore a stamp: Regjistri i Gjendjes Civile. Below it, in a smaller, hurried hand, someone had added: Nëntor 2008 — Ver. 14. Version 14 suggested revisions, corrections, a registry that
Regjistri i Gjendjes Civile — Nëntor 2008 (Ver. 14) If records are how a society remembers itself,