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Months later, on an empty afternoon, she found a stranger staring at her across a park bench. He nodded as if in recognition and, without fanfare, handed her a postcard. On it was a single two-word title: "Metro Handstand." Riya tucked it into her notebook like a pressed leaf and felt less alone in a way she could not have named before. "This place collects the fringe," the woman said

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She called Arman, her oldest friend. He listened, voice thick with sleep, then asked the question she feared: "Are you sure?"