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Curious, Mara pocketed the key. The stranger sat, watching the light pool on the screen, and when the curtains drew back he didn’t blink. The reel began: grainy at first, then shockingly clear. It was a film she’d never seen — no credits, no title card. It showed a city she recognized but not entirely: her town, but narrower, as if the buildings had been trimmed and rearranged to fit a pocket. People walked through alleys like threads through a needle. A child laughed, and the sound was exactly the pitch the child in the third row clapped along to.