Mara felt a wave of relief, but also a hollow ache. Somewhere, memories she had cherished were being erased. She thought of Jax, of the night they had first discovered the hidden time‑grid, of the laughter echoing through the empty corridors of the old library. Those moments would slip away, but the city would live on, its rhythm unbroken.
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