The mall hums with its own rhythm. Escalators glide. Shoes squeak across polished tiles. A fountain burbles faintly near the center court. People move in currents, carrying shopping bags and half-finished coffees. She sits on a bench facing the wide corridor, hands wrapped around a warm paper cup. Around her, the world is loud, but inside, the real nois…
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