Zara Kegg spends her nights in the projection booth of a fading seaside theater, running old films for whoever still shows up. It’s a good place to hide—especially after her mother’s death, with her father drifting further out of reach.

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Then Zachary Taylor walks in.

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What begins as something like a love story unfolds into something stranger and more complicated, shaped by grief, memory, and the pull of the past.