By the time he reached the pages labeled "Appendix: Index of Lost Names," daylight had thinned to dusk. The index was not alphabetical. It followed a logic of its own: names grouped by how a person remembered them, by the color of the first garment they ever wore, by the way a name sounded when sung backward. Each entry had a date and a place—some familiar, some impossible. Halim’s own family name, translated into the old script, was there. His grandfather’s childhood river. His aunt’s voice, captured in a fragment of a line he could not believe anyone else had noticed.
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At two in the morning, there was a whisper outside his door—so soft he thought it might be the radiator. It sounded, oddly, like the turning of a page. Halim pressed his ear to the wood and, for a moment, felt the vibration of far-off words, as if the city itself had leaned closer to listen. By the time he reached the pages labeled