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About fifteen people sat in a circle on the damp concrete. Their eyes were open, but the pupils had rolled back, showing only yellowed white. Their lips moved in unison, reciting something that was not Serbo-Croatian, nor any language of the Balkans. It sounded like Latin, but older—Etruscan, perhaps, or the whispers of the Illyrian tribes that Rome had erased.

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He reached out a grey finger and touched my temple. Suddenly, I was not in the basement. I was in a kitchen in 1941, watching a Ustaša soldier smash a baby’s head against a stove. Then I was in 1992, behind a sandbag, watching my best friend’s skull open like a flower. Then I was in a future that has not happened—a courtroom where I was the accused, and the judge was a linden tree with human teeth. About fifteen people sat in a circle on the damp concrete

I heard a creak from the stairwell. Not a sniper’s scope glint—something worse. A wet, shuffling step, like a body dragging a second, boneless leg. I descended into the basement of building number 7. The generator of my flashlight flickered. In the dim, I saw them. Not corpses. Not refugees. They were the rememberers . It sounded like Latin, but older—Etruscan, perhaps, or