The label rewritten
The new display named both partners. It described what the surviving records established, what remained uncertain and how the workshop connected work that had been scattered across the town.
The coat stayed modestly lit. Its lining was fragile, and the pocket was supported rather than stitched shut again. The photograph lay nearby, with the inscription enlarged for visitors to read.
At the opening, the donor stood beside a woman whose grandmother had been one of the apprentices. They compared family memories that had never met before.
Ana watched from the doorway. She had not rescued two forgotten heroines from silence by imagining who they were. She had made room for the evidence of what they had done. Under the photograph, the simplest words remained the strongest: We managed.
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