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Karen moved with the precise, unhurried confidence of someone who’d learned to navigate storms. Her hands told stories—calluses from a job that asked for precision, a ring of faded ink where she’d once marked a vow. Robby had the easy smile of someone who’d been forgiven too often by time; he collected songs on old cassette tapes and memories in mismatched mugs.