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Rafiq stood across the lane, hat in hand. For a moment neither said anything; they had learned to speak in small acts. He walked over and placed his palm against the brick at her feet—the brick he had left—then raised his hand in a slow, steady wave, an old farewell that felt newer than any promise. Rafiq smiled, a quiet repair of a cracked cup
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