Elias, moved, began to catalog the annotations. He photographed pages and posted careful transcriptions on a public board at the shop. Players, historians, and relatives visited, filling gaps. A retired radio operator identified the shorthand as a crude one-time pad: moves mapped to letters. Together they decoded a fragment: “Safe. Tomorrow. Bridge.” They pieced that to a meeting that had once occurred at dawn under a span of stone, where a group traded poems and contraband seeds.