People don't remember. Winter shuts his eyes a beat, a little tremor running through him. "But we got everyone out," he says after a moment. "Everyone's okay." Or as okay as they're going to get. Not vanished. Not dead. And: "We won't forget." He's forgotten so much. Too much. He can't do it again. He just can't. He's already written it all down, so it's there, forever, locked in pencil on paper.
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