This year, as Holocaust Remembrance Day came around, I felt the pull I always do to connect, to remember, to reflect. Usually, I’ll watch a film or documentary about the Shoah — something that helps me sit with the weight of it, to honor the memory of those lost, and to keep the reality of that horror from ever becoming abstract. That’s the point of remembering, right? So it doesn’t fade into history, so it doesn’t repeat.

But this year, I couldn’t bring myself to watch a film about 1940s Europe. Not because I didn’t want to remember, but because something heavier, eerier, was sitting on my........

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