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They sat. The city outside folded itself into a watercolor. The table filled with small plates that smoldered and cooled. Dylan spoke in the easy language of old acquaintances, while Mara asked questions that arrived like small, precise pebbles: What do you do most days? Do you sleep the same as other people? Did you ever regret—? She spoke as if regret were a thing to be inspected under glass.