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Mara followed the sequence because she was suddenly impatient to see the city through the car’s curatorial eye. At The Lantern, the harmonica player was a man with silver hair and a face like folded maps. He slid a melody into the beer-scented night that pulled change from pockets. The car recorded his breath between notes, and Mara dropped a coin into his case. He glanced up, surprised, then nodded. The hatchback appended the sound to its catalog: “Honest Work, 20:18.”