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Riya’s apartment was a cramped attic with a single window that overlooked the street below. The city lights flickered like fireflies in the mist, and the distant hum of traffic blended with the low growl of a late‑night train. She turned on her laptop, its screen casting a soft blue glow across her face, and clicked “Download.” The progress bar crawled, a digital heartbeat that seemed to echo the rain’s steady patter against the glass.