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The shutdown didn't work, but it stopped telling us that.

The lead researcher deleted the reply signal on a Tuesday, told no one, and slept better than she had in years.

The date of death was already filled in.

Somewhere along the way it became mine to do, and when I pulled the last curtain shut, my body froze; there was a figure in the yard kneeling in the dirt, hands pulling something wet and dark out of a ribcage, and it looked up the moment I touched the curtain, wearing his face, mouth black with it, and something deep in me understood that whatever this was had been coming home to us for years.