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Rahat wrapped the pocket watch in a cloth and walked as the rain thinned. The city at midnight is a different map: doors painted black, a market folded into sleep, stray cats that walked like tiny emperors. The red arch was where the old tram stopped its service—an ornamental gateway from when the line had been grander. He stood beneath it, watching the puddles reflect neon, and wound the watch. The air shifted

She pointed—no, her voice gestured—to a small square of ground near the arch. Rahat dug with his hands until his nails went black with wet earth. There, wrapped in oilcloth, was a letter addressed to him in handwriting he hadn't seen in years—his mother’s, shaky but unmistakable. He sat down, knees damp, and read. A pause