That night the arena did not explode or vanish. It stayed, old and weathered, but strings of lanterns were turned on and hung from its beams—simple human light that smelled of oil and warm wax. Men and women who had once concealed things beneath their jackets brought them forward the next morning: letters, broken charms, debts paid with hands that trembled but held steady.
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