Outside, the street was wet with a rain that smelled like lemons and old books. People emerged from the theater looking sideways at one another, as if checking that the world had not collapsed but been rearranged. Conversations flared—short plans and solemn agreements. A man nearby pulled out his phone and, for once, didn’t scroll; he called a friend.

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Outside, the street was wet with a rain that smelled like lemons and old books. People emerged from the theater looking sideways at one another, as if checking that the world had not collapsed but been rearranged. Conversations flared—short plans and solemn agreements. A man nearby pulled out his phone and, for once, didn’t scroll; he called a friend.