Some nights I scanned the code again just to walk those alleys like a tourist who remembers the route. The same lanterns hung in the same, slightly different places; Mei’s cassette titles shifted like weather. Every revisit changed a phrase in the dialog, nudging a memory into new meaning. The city refused to be pinned down.

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