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He hesitated. "By the film. By what it needs. It's selective."
The room exhaled. On the screen, her architecture life unfurled in fuller color: blueprints spread across long tables; her hands steady over a scale model; applause at the unveiling of a building that did not yet exist. It shone with the authority of things in process—plans becoming structure. Her chest warmed and a new ache took shape under it, not emptiness but expectation.
"Leave it here," he said, pointing to a small glass box on the theater floor that glinted like an eye. "If the Properties accept the exchange, you wake with the trade settled."