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Then the screen went blank. When the file reopened, it was a normal scanned play—Act One, the Birlings’ dining room. Marta flipped to the end. The last line of the book was highlighted: “We don’t live alone. We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other.” She closed the laptop and dialed a number she’d deleted six months ago. It rang. A weak voice answered: “Hello?” Marta had spent three hours searching for a