When the woman walked away, the jar caught the sun. For a beat, the glass flared—bright, golden, perfectly ordinary and somehow full of promise. Maya hummed a note she liked and kept walking, lighter than she had been the day she found the first jar, fully believing in the strange, generous calculus of returned things.
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