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Outside, the city beat a steady rhythm: engines, distant sirens, a skateboard scraping along a curb. A subway train deep below sent a tremor through the floorboards, a bass note that made the pictures on the wall shiver. Inside, they moved closer, pulled in by the kind of magnetic silence that lives between two people who have the same private temperature. Fingers brushed; contact sparked like the short of a circuit. It was small and serious, a confirmation more than a decision.