Years pass, and Azov makes films numbered in roman numerals and in memory. The town gathers, and the chest of reels grows heavier but never silent. The Boy returns sometimes, older and steadier, to help with props or to sit in the back and watch new boys learn the language of bruises. Luka writes letters from ports the Boy has never seen. Marek ages like a boat—his paint blistering, his core weathered—but his eyes remain sharp enough to catch when a scene is true.
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