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Raka met the woman from Adek's stall again by chance—this time at the photocopy shop where she had been making copies of old family letters. He asked, gently, about the paper. She smiled like a person who had already paid for answers with silence. "It’s a string of words I needed to say out loud," she said. "A charm. A way to remember a conversation I want to keep honest."

"Whose conversation?" Raka pressed.

She shook her head. "Maybe mine. Maybe not. Words do their own work." Raka met the woman from Adek's stall again

"Keep it secret," he said, and the words were neither a command nor a favor, but the kind of thing that held weight because the speaker had no interest in telling anything beyond what was necessary. "It’s a string of words I needed to

"Write it down," he said. "Make it small. Names like anchors." She shook her head