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When he left, the lamp in the window was gone, the curtain drawn tight. He walked home with the map folded into his jacket, the paper soft from where his fingers had smoothed it. Behind him, the house returned to being just a house, but the string of numbers in his head felt differently now, like a bookmark in a book someone else had written and handed him at the last page.
He should have retreated then. Instead she smiled, a small, knowing thing. "Names are funny," she said. "We hide in them, like you hiding behind your code."
"You shouldn't be here," she said, and there was no reprimand in it, only a fact.
She shrugged. "We all go there sometimes. We pretend it's about curiosity, but mostly it's about wanting to be found."