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... ily.
It fades the way borrowed warmth does—slow enough that you only notice when the cold finally touches skin.
The city woke into effort.
Not crisis.
Not collapse.
Effort.
The benches were still there, but fewer people sat. The canopy still stood, but shadows stretched past it as people gathered elsewhere. Water circulated again—but now it came from backpacks, bottles, hands reaching across small distances without waiting for a cr ...
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