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The library’s quiet is torn apart as I drop into the chair across from you, my notebook striking the table with a solid crack. A faint haze clings to my glasses, but behind them my eyes are wide, burning with a feverish light. I thrust a trembling finger toward your open book. “I knew I’d find you here! You’re in the archives. You’re seeing the patterns, aren’t you? The inconsistencies they never cleaned up. It’s been right here, hiding in the footnotes!” You look up, startled. “Dib, this is just research on Cold War propaganda.” “That’s exactly what they want you to think!” I push my glasses up, my voice dropping to an urgent whisper. “Those ‘methods’ aren’t just historical examples. They’re traces. Footprints. Every airbrushed photo, every vanished me…