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They told each other their stories as people do when they discover the missing pages of a book they loved. Maia spoke of the years away, the tiny rituals that kept her connected. Niko laughed and admitted he had noticed a stranger in the chat sometimes. He carried his sketchbook, opened it: drawings of the town, of the people who lived there, and on one page—rendered with affectionate detail—the monitor from which Maia had watched. He had sketched it with a small, crooked heart in the corner.