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Mara's chest felt hollow and full at once. She thought of her sister's name carved into the underside of a bench they used to share, the bench replaced without notice. She thought of a mural sanded down to plaster and the city council's press release about "urban renewal." She thought of all the small vanishings that add up to a city losing its own face.

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Mara walked past these changes with a new slant to her step. She did not pretend everything was solved. Erasure still happened: buildings were still sold, corners still went dark. But somewhere in the noise and small labor of reclaiming, the city kept a thread of itself. Mara's chest felt hollow and full at once