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He realized, unexpectedly, that closure didn’t demand a dramatic ending or a confrontation. It wanted an act: a small, preserved ritual. He set the last page on his knee and, with hands that had learned the motion in twenty-three nights, blew out the candle. The flame flickered, clung, then vanished. The apartment held the scent like a promise sewn into fabric.