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At the center, a piazza breathed. A fountain gurgled sideways. Statues opened and closed like sleeping mouths. She fit the key into a seam in the stone bench where no seam should be, and the bench exhaled. From the gap there emerged a small, humming city: alleys no wider than her thumb, a tram that ran on cigarette ash, shutters that opened onto other seasons. It was entire and fragile, hidden in plain neglect.

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“Keep us,” said one, an old woman with a teaspoon of moonlight braided in her hair. At the center, a piazza breathed