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“I know what it does,” Mara said. “It helps.” “Hello,” it said

In weeks that followed, rumors spread. A parcel of kindness here, a fluke of good fortune there. A line cook got a chance to shadow a chef. A woman received, inexplicably, the exact book she needed in a street-seller’s stack. None of it traced back to Mara, and there was no proof of an agent or a device—only the impression that the city had learned to keep a gap in its rhythm. “Call me 153

Hale’s expression shifted, not unkind but unyielding. “It was never meant to be free.”