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Rahat wrapped the pocket watch in a cloth and walked as the rain thinned. The city at midnight is a different map: doors painted black, a market folded into sleep, stray cats that walked like tiny emperors. The red arch was where the old tram stopped its service—an ornamental gateway from when the line had been grander. He stood beneath it, watching the puddles reflect neon, and wound the watch.

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“Who were you?” Rahat asked.

Rahat had always liked the old radio better than any screen. It fit his hands the way a warm stone fits a pocket—solid, a little rough, tuned to somewhere the world’s bright displays couldn't reach. The radio sat on a scarred wooden table in the corner of his workshop, where he mended lamps and soldered tiny miracles. He named it Punet, because when Rahat first found it in a flea market trunk, it had a paper label with a half-peeled word: “Pu—net.” The name felt right: small, stubborn, promising. Rahat wrapped the pocket watch in a cloth