He turned his lamp off for a full breath and then back on again. The light pooled across his hands like permission. Somewhere in the city a different lamp blinked to life; somewhere else, a child held a bulb with both palms and decided that tonight they would read by its glow. Kenji walked into that late evening feeling less like an actor waiting for cues and more like someone who finally knew the script.
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