In the darkness of the theater, Koslosky heard someone sobbing. She could feel a wave of vulnerability surge through the room. It felt to her as though the earthquake had broken everybody’s hearts open, and now this play—her lines—was pouring straight in. In retrospect, the parallel was clear: the disaster had shaken Anchorage out of its ordinary existence and into some shapeless, adjacent realm where, just like Emily, everyone could look back on their lives and appreciate the beauty and interconnectedness they hadn’t recognized before. But unlike Emily, the people in Anchorage had the
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