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She chose three—a librarian with ink-stained fingers (the woman from the mural across the street), a bike mechanic who kept his tools alphabetized, and an elderly cantor who hummed to himself on platform 6. They did not know each other, and none of them suspected Mara. The cylinder created ghost-keys, time-locked tangles of code that would light only when the chosen traits aligned with the holder. The beads refracted into three smaller ones and drifted, like fireflies, toward the windowsill.