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She walked home through the square, past the bench with the child's carved initials, and thought of seams. Everywhere there were seams: between care and indifference, between algorithm and community, between what is possible and what is permitted. The work of their generation, she knew, would be to keep finding those seams and teaching others how to mend them without making the fabric fray further.