The world didn’t lose books. It forgot how to need them.

The woman—her name tag from a coffee shop read “ZOE”—let out a sharp sigh. “Of course. Out of print. Out of luck. I need the PDF for my thesis. The university library’s copy is ‘lost,’ and the only PDF online is a scanned mess from some Romanian server with half the pages missing.”

He scrolled to the end. The final poem. The one that had haunted him for fifty years. It was called “The Lice” itself, and it ended:

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