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“You're not supposed to be up here,” the teen said, voice small against wind.

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He did: fishermen's lamps? Distant ships? But this light had the geometry of a map, gridlines lifting from the river and arranging themselves into a pattern that made no sense at first and then felt intimately familiar: the pattern of streets he remembered, the curves of alleys where he'd once left his name on a wall. The seed was humming now, a vibration that fit his palm like a key. “You're not supposed to be up here,” the

Then—quiet. The train rolled on. The lights dimmed. The photograph warmed under the seed and then cooled. He felt nothing, and felt everything: relief like rain, grief like a net. He closed his hand over the seed. The kid looked at him with the sober pity of someone too young to be kind and too old to waste time. He did: fishermen's lamps

It wasn't a miracle. It was messy—awkward dinners and questions that opened old sutures. It was learning to inhabit the space he'd run from, meeting small hands that took his own with neither expectation nor ritual. None of it erased what had been done; it only allowed him to start again, a little less afraid of the gaps.