But the Cave had rules, written in the metadata like old barbed wire. It did not fix the big, systemic wounds. It mended edges. It traded a small, honest truth for one other: every installation required something of the user. It might take a misplaced key, a half-remembered joke, a minute of silence; rarely anything precious. "Remember," the README had said. The Cave wanted to be known.
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