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One Tuesday, a man left a silk scarf at the shop. It was the color of a bruised sunset. There was no name on the ticket, just a phone number that led to a disconnected line. Mona took it home. She didn’t steal it; she borrowed its warmth. That night, she draped the silk over Arthur’s yellowing leaves. For the first time in years, she felt a flicker of something that wasn't exhaustion.

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