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That night, the city shrank to blue zones of bar lights and lamp-post halos. Mara rode past sleeping storefronts, past an open-faced mural of a woman whose eyes were constellations. Her apartment was two rooms and a steel balcony that overlooked the train tracks; the neighbors argued in Spanish through paper-thin walls. She placed the device on her kitchen table and turned it over. No seams, no ports, no model number—only that fox.