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The sky shifted to a deep purple, and a man in a tuxedo sprinted toward the bench, clutching a glowing briefcase. But Mara didn't look up. She kept staring at the dog.
"Something I didn't ask for," she said. "Give me a story I can't control."
"I'm a narrative technician," Elias replied, stepping out of character. "Why aren't you following the prompt? The Tuxedo Man is a high-octane thriller path. Very popular."
"You're the Ghost, aren't you?" Mara asked, her voice cracking. It was the first time a user had addressed Elias directly in years.