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LOCAL ENGINEER DIES AFTER STARTUP COLLAPSE

The article was short. Too short for a life.

Paul Whitaker, thirty-four, had been developing low-cost modular power systems for rural communities. His company had failed after a major investor withdrew funding. He had died six weeks later in a car accident outside Portland.

I read the paragraph three times.

Low-cost modular power systems.

Rural communities.

My hands went cold.

I clicked on another article.

This one included a photograph.

A thin man with kind eyes stood beside a workbench, holding what looked like an early prototype of a portable energy unit. Behind him, taped crookedly to the wall, was a child’s drawing.

A moon.

A row of dark houses.

One glowing window.

My breath caught.

I knew that drawing.

Not because I remembered making that exact one, but because I had drawn the same image over and over as a child. The storm. The generator. The glowing window across the street.