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She recognizes a little of it. It's far off, Cass's memory and it isn't here in this town somewhere forgotten on a map in America. It's a way across an ocean, after Paris and she recognizes it in people's eyes, in their faces and in the smells. She recognizes and she stops and if she touches the door-jam just once, as she hovers on the penultimate reach of the store that she doesn't remember being this alive, she could see - a little - of why. Her fingers hover, and she doesn't need to take. She has rumor and a little mystery and a suspicion, and that's enough, for Cass.