Rain smeared the neon of Old Market into watercolor streaks. Lina sat hunched beneath the awning of a closed arcade, hands cradling a cup of coffee that had long since cooled. The world around her buzzed with a thousand small, indifferent lights, but her thoughts were louder than the city: a loop of yesterday’s choices and tomorrow’s doubts.
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