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The workbench was cluttered with copper casings, potassium chlorate, and the fine, silver dust of magnesium. To anyone else, it was a chemistry lab. To Mateo, it was a memory palace.

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Elena had been gone for two years, but the house was still loud with her absence. Before she passed, she had left him a note tucked into his favorite matchbook: “Don’t let the sky go dark just because I’m not there to see it. You never stopped being my million fireworks.” The workbench was cluttered with copper casings, potassium