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…He turned toward the forest path. Before he disappeared into the dark between the trees, he paused. "Go read what she's been keeping, boy. Read it tonight. Because Monday isn't just about a boundary line. What's in those papers is older than the survey, older than the Soviets, older than any office in Vilnius. It's a family saying where it stands. And your grandmother needs someone besides herself to say it with her." Then the trees took him, and Jonas was alone with the stars and the frost and the amber light falling from the kitchen window onto the ground where his grandmother had walked, steady and certain, toward something she had been preparing to face for thirty years.