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Word traveled fast along the boardwalk. People came with tales and tokens: a woman from the café who’d lost a locket; a retired sailor who hummed a sea shanty he thought was long dead. They pressed their faces to the little speaker and were surprised by the intimacy of its gifts. The device paired with memories as if it had always known how to listen. It could pull a lullaby out of a stranger's hum and play it back like sunlight through wet glass.