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Previously

…And he realized, with a sinking clarity that felt like stepping off a curb he hadn't seen, that meeting Elena hadn't given him what he'd hoped for. He'd gone looking for distraction and found instead a mirror—someone whose questions reflected his own situation back at him with uncomfortable fidelity. The low hum was still there. If anything, it had grown louder. He pulled out the napkin and looked at it. Then he folded it carefully, twice, and placed it in his wallet next to the flattened bottle cap, where it joined the growing collection of small objects that seemed, against all reason, to matter.