Car City Driving 125 Audiodll — Full

By the time they reached the Dockside, the city had braided itself into a thread of small, human music. The woman selling paper flowers — each petal a different page from books the sea had claimed — traded a folded white rose to Mara for the scrap with the note. The woman smiled as if she knew what the note said without having to read it. The car recorded the exchange as “Barter of Prospects, 22:48.”