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4.1
Barstow itself shifted in small ways. The Coronado was torn down and replaced with a community garden tended by people who remembered nightmares and wanted green things to grow over them. The quarry gates remained locked, with a plaque that read, simply and stubbornly, For the Missing. Mallory stayed long enough to see the plaque placed, then left with a box of her father’s things and a new, complicated map of who she was.
