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FRAGMENTS OF TOMORROW

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FORTY YEARS AFTER THE FIRST AUCTION

Mateo’s POV

I’m thirty-five now, and the atoll still feels like the only place on Earth where time moves at half-speed. The house has become a living archive: walls lined with framed photos that span generations, shelves heavy with encrypted drives containing every network report since Katarina handed over the keys, and a quiet corner room that no one enters without invitation—Sofia’s old things, preserved exactly as they were the day she left this world.

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