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A taxi screeches and gone. The poster peels at one corner, revealing paper beneath. She tugs, unbidden, and a flurry of old flyers tumble out — black-and-white zines, handwritten promises, a ticket stub with a date she doesn’t recognize. Picking them up, she feels the ache and the thrill of things that were once new and are now relics. The city keeps its castoffs like prayers.