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In the overgrown courtyard of Sunderwall, where the ivy grew straight through brick and the weeping patients carved their names into their own skin, there perched a cockatoo that knew too much. The orderlies

Mr. A never threw anything away. His repair shop was a museum of forgotten technology—televisions with rabbit-ear antennas, rotary phones with frayed cords, and one very peculiar computer mouse from 1998.

A Tale of Lost Memories and the Woman Who Carried the Rain Pike didn’t mean to steal it. But when the shopkeeper whispered, "That one’s not for sale—it’s got someone else’s weather stuck in it,"